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| Moving on... |
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| I decide to blow off work and go downtown. |
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| I pick up some valentine's day candy so that I'll have something to hold tonight when I cry. |
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| I meet this girl, Kate, in the bar next door. She just moved to town. |
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| We're playing pool and I tell her that we should get in the car and drive to Atlantic City. She's like I don't even know you and you want to sit in a car for 3 hours? Please. |
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| But she flexes for me so I can check out her definition. I tell her her muscles are, like, this big. |
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| Naturally she craves a burger and a milkshake. |
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| I tell her we should go to a movie sometime if they ever build a theater in town. |
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I remind her that I don't give two shits about nature. These are what first dates are all about. Letting each other know what you hate. |
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| I give her a hug goodbye while the chef attempts to try on my shoes while I'm still in them. |
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| I'm not sure I want to date someone who throws around words like "cool" and that look exactly like Honey in a wig. |
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| But, you never know. |
| Is Moo gonna end up with this Honey look-alike? |
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