Sitting in the park with Blue yesterday morning, I had the privilege of being whisked back into the same state of joy as 11-year-old me upon hearing "Motownphilly" for the first time. It was blaring from the speakers in the café next door, and just as soon as I'd lamented the end of the song, I realized that the kitchen must have been thinking the same thing... as luck would have it, someone hit "repeat." ABC-BBD... mm-mm-hmmm.
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