You asked if I wanted a white claw

Portland OR

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You pulled up in a green car. I thought we caught eyes. I was smoking a cigarette on the corner of NW 9th and Marshall. When you pulled up the second time I couldn’t help but smile. You offered me a white claw and acknowledged how weird that kind of was. I was into it. You called me beautiful and I want to hear it again I wasn’t ready for human interaction and just laughed it off. Let’s grab a drink, together this time, so I can tell you how cute you are