#"I looked into her dark eyes and remembered boredom-preventing emails on workdays, late-night texts and talks about long distance love, loss, bowling, and the cost of Red Stripe in Toronto. This was the legendary Amanda, of Negril.com fame, and boy, was I feeling lucky to be sitting across from her for the first time. On the wall, a long-dead stuffed deer stared down at me, seemingly smiling his approval as I touched her hand.
"Even blind chickens find corn once in awhile," I thought to myself. "But keep your mouth shut dude. I think this woman might actually believe I'm not a geek."
Unfortunately, I couldn't help myself. I opened my pie hole.
"It's great to see such a beautiful Canadiaiaiaiaiaiaiaiaiaian here in New York, " I said, slurring my words horribly, lighting my own Camel Blue on the wrong end as she pulled out a Pall Mall Silver.
"Now," I asked, throwing my cards on the table. "Where the hell are we?" #
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