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love in the time of Kebabs

Steve was drunk, again.
It was 2 am, he had no idea where his mates were. All he knew was he was starving!
He headed to Abra Kebabra & ordered a large pepperoni pizza.
It was then he saw her, she was gorgeous. She was perhaps the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Her long blond hair shone like the sun, her short skirt showed off her long legs that seemed to go on forever.
He was madly in love with this girl.
He was however drunk, but he wasn’t smashed. He was drunk enough to know he was drunk, which in his mind gave him the advantage. He didn’t want to stagger over there like a drunken moron. He didn’t want to use some cheesy line that every loser guy had tried on her before. He wanted to be confident, direct, romantic.
He thought long & hard about what to say.
“Wanna fuck?” he asked
“No thank you.” she said with a mixture of disgust & pity.
“Why not, don’t you like fucking?”
And then she left.
Out of his life forever, he missed her already.
But then he turned around, & saw a red head in a low cut top

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