Thank you, Sweetheart
“Thank you, sweetheart,” I’d said to Big Love, throwing him a smile like I did with every customer before him. I didn’t know him then. He didn’t know me, either – but that was the first time he noticed me. It took one day plus a second meeting for me to notice him right back. “Who’s your American friend,” I’d said to my friend, who we’ll call Bobby. “He’s Canadian, dumbass,” Bobby laughed back. “And that’s Big Love.”
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