Once, long ago, in a faraway land, I was a hostess at a sports bar. It was Christmas of 1992 and I had just turned 18. This one guy, a regular I knew by sight bet had never really spoken to beyond "Sitting at the bar today, or would you like a table?" gave me a 2 pound box of Godiva Chocolates (back when Godiva was still supreme) and wished me a
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