The greasy spoon waitress lets out a whoop and waves the ten-dollar tip in the air. She shoots a glance at my table: a challenge.
The greasy spoon waitress lets out a whoop and waves the ten-dollar tip in the air. She shoots a glance at my table: a challenge.
“Love is the delightful interval between meeting a beautiful girl and discovering that she looks like a haddock.”
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