In the past, we did our dance.
We played with fire.
Burned each other.
And now we're back, baby.
Reignited.
Margot. The one that got away.
The one I never forgot.
Hot enough to make your blood boil.
Walks by you and you start to sweat.
She likes it hot. Hard. With a definite sizzle.
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