Pleasant Sunday afternoon, interlude.
See, iced tea and watching as the last party of this double date arrives. An hour late I might add.
Am I not the very soul of respectability that some chick with a lot of cash might need to share with me for say, a year or so, interest free?
I know, always an angle with me. I'm a regular stellated dodecahedron, aren't I. A real star. Meh.
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You are on, I am off, the wagon. Blessed symmetry.
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