The Real Thing
by Rob Pierce
She stood on the sidewalk, waited for her light to change. I’d been going the other direction but my light was green so I crossed, joined her on the corner. She was very pretty, she smelled good, and she was less than half my age. Three for three. “Hey,” I said, and stood next to her. […]
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