Blind Date From Hell (pt2)
I pulled up to Becky's place in my Mustang and lightly tapped the horn, as she'd asked me to do. I waited. And waited. The house wasn't in the best part of town which should have tipped me off right there but I'm an eternal optimist.
I tapped the horn again and waited, beginning to wonder if I had the right place.
But then she emerged from her house.
All 98 pounds of her.
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