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THE FIRST DAY

Wherever you go
Whatever you do
I will be right here waiting for you
Whatever it takes or how my heart breaks
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Denise Hennessey (finishes kissing Tom): What's my name?
Tom: Tom.
Denise Hennessey: Where've you been?
Tom: With all the wrong women. (he kisses her again)


2. Serendipity
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