The most beautiful girl in New York stepped on the train.
I decided to be the one to approach her on behalf of all of the men.
“You are the most beautiful girl in New York, and you have graced us with your presence on this train. Please, accept my heart.” I said.
“That is very kind of you, but I do not want your heart.” She said.
“You have no choice and neither do I.” I told her, ”You are the most beautiful girl in New York. This is what you are burdened with. Now please, just take my heart.”
I reached into my chest and pulled my heart straight out. She politely accepted it.
“I am only a human.” She said to me.
All the other men formed a single file line, each preparing to rip their hearts out of their chests for her.
“Thank you, I am only a human.” was all she could say to them.
“Thank you, I am only a human. Thank you, I am only a human. Thank you, I am only a human.”
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