The Girl with the Stick-Figure Tattoo
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There was a new girl behind the counter at the sub shop tonight. She was half my size and all of about twenty-two years old. Parts of her hair were green.
When she asked me what I wanted, she had me feeling like the only guy in the world.
“Twelve-inch turkey on wheat,” I said.
She smiled a great smile. “What kind of cheese?”
The chemistry between us was undeniable.
Should I ask her out? Maybe take her to a movie? A Johnny Depp movie? Does Johnny Depp still make movies?
“Swiss,” I told her.
Social conventions restrained me from pursuing the relationship, but I entertained the thought.
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