I was walking near the corner of Georgia and Burrard when some woman in a car threw an almost-consumed-but-still-lit cigarette out the window.
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Working the Admissions table at Canzine
posted Saturday, November 17, 2012 at 5:22pm
We shared a glance as you walked into the woodwards atrium; I had trouble averting my eyes, you were ravishing and I felt as though a part of my lungs flew the coup. You were there around 4 and you started to work at the entrance table. You were wearing a denim shirt, a 1$ army and navy toque and you put on some hip black framed glasses. I was wearing a tan and navy puffy vest and 1$ army and navy toque. I wish I had spoken to you, but alas I am far too shy. I would be over the moon if I could take you out for a coffee or to a dance hall.
Where:Canzine West - W2