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| 12:51am 22/06/2008 |
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I have no idea what is true and what isn't.
Let's start with some basic truths.
I want to be loved. |
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| "Let's eat here," Alex took her hand. |
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| 02:55am 22/06/2008 |
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Stacee rolled her eyes, but followed. It looked kind of fancy for her tastes. But if she was going to allow him to take her on a date, she might as well allow him the fantasy of making it all boring and romanticy as well.
The guy dressed like Hitler in roller skates surprised her.
"Gutan Tag!" He raised his arm in a salute. Alex took Stacee's arm and pushed Hitler over on his way to a comfy looking couch by a shelf of books. A little kid was jumping in a pile of stuffed animals. An orange monkey was trampled on the ground. That's when Stacee noticed her purse was missing. She saw Alex had something behind his back. She grabbed his arm and twisted it, he handed her her purse. She opened it up and found a bouquet of candy monkeys. Each one a different color and possibly flavor.
"Boun giorno, Donna Bellissima," said a waiter wearing no shirt and looking like Mussolini from an old video about Fascism. "Would you like to start off with some wine or maybe some pasta appetizers?"
"And can I get the Muchacha Bonita some chips and salsa?" asked a man who resembled Porforio Diaz, a Mexican dictator.
"What is it, Foreign Dictator Day?" Stacee asked.
"Si, Senorita," the Diaz look alike said.
"I think I'll have some nachos, a chicken fajita and" she turned to Mussolini, "some pasta carbonara."
"I'll have what the lady's having," Alex bowed. He whispered to Stacee. "I always wanted to say that." |
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