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First Time Out(nervously)P-pass the salt and p-p-pepper. This chicken marinara needs some spice. How are you doing with those chopsticks? How’s your shrimp and how’s your rice? S-s-sorry if I seem in a hurry. S-so sorry if I talk so fast. N-n-n-no need to really worry. It’s just how I am. It’s how I act. Y-your hair is very n-n-nice this evening. I like how you’ve tied it back. I like the way you smile at me. It seems to forgive my lack of tact. P-please forgive my stu-tu-tutter. It grows when I’m excited. You seem not to mind at all. In fact now, you seem delighted. S-so happy to g-g-get to see you. Been so long since I saw you last. After dinner could we see a movie. Hope I’m not moving m-m-much too fast. I love how you l-l-laugh at me, How you both avert your eyes and stare. The way you overp-p-power me I must admit’s a bit unfair. L-look here I’ve t-t-talked all through dinner. You’ve finished yours. I’ve not touched mine. Maybe now you’d like desert, maybe even a little w-w-wine. I always liked the way you h-hold your hands. What? You say you like my t-t-tie? Do you think I could hold your hand? If you say y-yes I think I’ll die. N-now he’s brought the ch-ch-check. No problem. I’ll cover it this time. G-guess we’re off to our next event. You know I really l-l-love this...place. Let’s come back another time. (C) 7/24/94 Tom Brinck ACCESSIBILITY FEATURES / SITEMAP / CONTACT |
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