He would later tell me that he noticed me the second I walked through the door. Watched me circle the bar, again, again, searching. Saw my hands shuffle through my purse as I paid for a beer, saw me slide a hand under my skirt as I balanced a chilled bottle in the other, as I took an empty booth. He would explain how he had debated whether to
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I hope his as good as you hope he is!
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