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His bar stool creaks, quaking ice rattles as he examines his glass . His finger swirling liquor,  compressing flavors  with ease and contentment. He sits  He waits with great patience and a whiskey drink. Classy choice, I must say. I wonder if his blind date Will feel the same...
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Jul 8, 2010
Jul 8, 2010 at 8:20 AM UTC
Blind Date
His bar stool creaks, quaking ice rattles as he examines his glass . His finger swirling liquor,  compressing flavors  with ease and contentment. He sits  He waits with great patience and a whiskey drink. Classy choice, I must say. I wonder if his blind date Will feel the same...
Copyright Christopher Rossi, 2010
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Jul 8, 2010
Jul 8, 2010 at 8:20 AM UTC
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