I thought his address was in this old address book but I can’t find it. I know he’s the one who sent the flowers. I could try and write him one more time to say back off, I’m not interested, but that would be pretty rude. He can’t seem to take the hint that a one time coffee get together was the first and last time I ever wanted to see him.
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great story Cheryl! xo
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