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Helen Tries Blind Dates

Helen’s blind date had told her about his watermelon car. She thought he was kidding, but he had gone too far. He arrived to pick her up and she laughed until she cried. Blind date ended up leaving her there with her cousin Cyde. He was a nutbucket, Clyde told her. Blind dates are bad. The next guy she was set up with was a suggestion from her dad. He arrived wearing a plate of spaghetti on his head. Helen said, I think I had better meet people in person instead.

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