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The Blind Date

She's kissing mirrors and plucking hairs. Wants to be with someone who cares. She's running late - puts on a spurt. She brushes her hair, slips on her new skirt. She's hoping to meet a new someone. Who won't just break her heart for fun. She needs a friend, not just a flirt. To end her loneliness and the hurt. Is she too early or is he late. With trepidation she sits and waits. And plays it cool, it's just a game. Thinks nothing ventured, nothing gained. Now staring through an empty glass. Her solitude is about to pass. He calls her name, looks into her eyes. They share their stories and realise. They make the same journey everyday. Both strangers heading a different way. Together they sit and share their wine. He makes her laugh - it's been a long time.

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Date: 5/10/2021 4:15:00 PM
This is, for lack of a better word "cute", Andy. I love a happy ending:)
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Andy Hunter
Date: 5/31/2021 11:44:00 AM
Thanks Dan Really appreciate your feedback