There’s this girl who works in my building that I’m pretty interested in. Let’s call her Mutant.
She smiles at me when she sees me, so I do the same for her.
After work I got to share the elevator with her, and there was small talk involved, and coercing her into covering me while I lick a gingerbread house. (Long story)
Oh, plus! — she’s like 5’9″ ! (And I’m stuck at 5’11″) — Mutant! Hahaha!
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