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Our eyes meet. She knows it's me. I know it's her, but we don't acknowledge this. She's no prize. Not hideous, but definitely not a girl I'd look twice at sober. We're polite. She orders her food. I serve it to her.
God I hope I never see her again.
She didn't give good head, anyways.
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