Not quite a waltz

Life On my way home tonight I saw a girl who was the spitting image of Julie Delpy. What I should have done is tried to talk her into walking around Sefton Park with me for a few hours when we could have talked about politics, religion and our history. Well I might have done if I hadn't noticed her as I was getting off the bus. Some things are (not) meant to be.

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