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I stopped into the Wewahitcka Burger King tonight for a quick bite. Just a burger. No fries. No drink.
You were there, a new cashier, obviously still in training.
Your black braids framed your well intentioned, unique look. Your eyes immediately caught my attention, invoking hunger within. I wanted more than just a whopper.
I watched as you filled the ice machine, climbing up on a small stepstool, clearly showing off as you slightly bent over and dumped the bucket load of ice. My gaze locked on your perfectly-fit black jeans that emphasized your heart-shaped cake. I damn near dropped my whopper I was so distracted.
We exchanged glances as you walked back to the kitchen. I noticed your lingering eyes, as I attempted to give you a smile. I was just so enamored with your beauty.
Let me know what tattoo you have and what I looked like. I'm sure you remember me and I would like to get to know you.
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