I remember the exact moment I fell in love with Lisa.
We were at a party in Shane’s that was full of arty types. In each room people were playing music, discussing their writing or just drinking and getting high.
I was sitting with Nicola and Phil in a bedroom. One of Shane’s mates was singing and playing guitar. We were smoking a joint and trying not to laugh at him.
She walked in, took the guitar and sat on the bed. She gently strummed for a minute then began to sing in Irish with the voice of an angel.
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