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Miss wonder meets The Host Who Walks

I stepped onto the road and that is when I was hit. No . Not by a car thank god, but a good samaritan , who had pulled me literally from under the wheels of one.
I sat there shellshocked. My purse was still on the road,squashed to oblivion. My new stockings were torn to shreds and I just knew I was late for the audition. The skirt of my new blue suit had ridden up under my bum, showing my (thank god for granny’s tip) panties. I wanted to do something to show a bit of decorum but all I could do was sit there being embarrassed. I turned to the person still holding my arm and I thought I would die. Here he was, kneeling on the pavement next to me.
Are you o.k. Miss wonder ?
That is when I swooned,right into the arms of the host who talks.

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