Once by Neil* who brought me this:
And two nights later by Russel*, Denisse's bf whom she has yet to call her bf.
(Beef frank? Why, yes!)
Last night, after some merry bar time in heels, my feet were killing me. Just as the three of us were about to cross uneven terrain to get to the car, Russel said to me:
Here, take my hand. So you don't fall flat on your face.
In hindsight that was funny utterance. But the moment was childlike. Again i felt like i was in kindergarten. And i had just made a friend.
And i took his hand.
*Not his real name
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