Thursday afternoon. I noticed you from across Sussex. You were tall, dark and ravishingly handsome. I noticed that you had a pretty sweet ride, so I imagine you're fairly well to-do, but it was your personality that truly won me over. You grinned as you cruised the busier-than-usual sidewalks, surrounded by sunglasses-sporting, suit-clad friends; a testament, I imagine, to your engaging disposition. You mentioned, in a decidedly foreign accent, something about buying gifts for your daughters. A father! I don't normally go for men so significantly older than myself, but you radiated an aura of security that calmed me profoundly. It may have been the fact that most of your friends wielded guns, but I think there was something more. You seemed rushed, so I didn't approach you. Now I'm wishing I had.
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Call me crazy, but I think I know you from somewhere... A past life?
Either way, if this is you, give me a shout. I'd love to go for Beaver Tails and a Keith's.
- Location: by ward market
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