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He was grateful for the earlier impetus to shave and the rare spur to trim his wayward nostril hairs. He was pleased that this was a shower day and that he had thought to try that citrus gel after all. He was relieved it hadn’t been a typical Friday night, topped off with a large fish supper after work. He thanked the saint of 40-plus, single men for these small mercies, as he recalled her kiss - a peck really - on his left check, just in front of his ear as they hugged their goodbye, just outside the station. It had been just after she gave him her number and promised a proper catch up soon and sealed that promise in the squeeze of his hand as they parted. And later, at the 1st anniversary of that chance meeting, they laughed their recollection and she confessed she had been swayed by the citrus.
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Sep 4, 2023
Sep 4, 2023 at 2:06 PM UTC
The persuasion of citrus
He was grateful for the earlier impetus to shave and the rare spur to trim his wayward nostril hairs. He was pleased that this was a shower day and that he had thought to try that citrus gel after all. He was relieved it hadn’t been a typical Friday night, topped off with a large fish supper after work. He thanked the saint of 40-plus, single men for these small mercies, as he recalled her kiss - a peck really - on his left check, just in front of his ear as they hugged their goodbye, just outside the station. It had been just after she gave him her number and promised a proper catch up soon and sealed that promise in the squeeze of his hand as they parted. And later, at the 1st anniversary of that chance meeting, they laughed their recollection and she confessed she had been swayed by the citrus.
Prompted by a Stephen King line in Mr Mercedes.
stevejeff
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Sep 4, 2023
Sep 4, 2023 at 2:06 PM UTC
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