Empty chairs beckoned at The Steel Horse Café which seemed corny now.
Front it out or stand her up? Welcome to the Lonely-Hearts Club, he thought.
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He could see her in the distance, her red beret like a stop signal, to which he complied from what he hoped was a safe distance. Her photograph must surely be out of date, so how accurate would; “Girl on a Motorcycle Seeks Easy Rider” be? His profile also stretched the truth beyond its yield point. A leather jacket was crowned with flowing blond hair, sitting astride a Triumph; all borrowed, including the hair.
Empty chairs beckoned at The Steel Horse Café which seemed corny now. Front it out or stand her up? Welcome to the Lonely-Hearts Club, he thought.
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david milner
20/4/2024 02:15:04 pm
It takes bravery to boldly go.
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Cheryl Dahlstrand
20/4/2024 06:36:47 pm
An interesting tale about a line crossed. Is it okay to misrepresent yourself when trying to create the best impression possible?
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Sue Clayton
21/4/2024 04:06:15 am
Boldly go where many have gone before you. Most probably "lie" on their photos.
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