by Jen G 
At grumpy on couch in yellow shirt – read my text. I didn’t know what he looked like. Was it the guy on his laptop looking at me curiously? Or was it the one in the blue shirt drinking coffee? Maybe he wasn’t here yet.
Don’t get excited, I wasn’t on a blind date. And don’t ask why I was wearing a yellow shirt. I’m in a lifelong fashion coma that…
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