"There's something missing on my receipt."
"What? What's missing?" I am dumbed, confused and yet oddly calm. She has come in three times today, the flirty twist, the smile, the red-rimmed glasses . . .
"You're phone number . . ."
And that is how it went. Pretty simple really in it's own little fragile way. The girl has bigger balls than me (even
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