Walking down 8th avenue in Park Slope I hear him mutter, "Nice, very nice. Sexy lady" as he stares me up and down. I whipped around and holla'ed "What did you say?" He took a pregnant pause, "You're a good girl. A good girl."Then, I shit you not, he pulls this out of his pocket and hands it to me:
The candy was sugar-free.- Emily
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