Quit Lookin' At My Gut!

We moved your dad into storage. I wasn't the old guy with the comb -over or the young guy with the douchey beard. I was the medium guy with a gut. It's not a beer gut, by the way. You helped your dad clean out his storage locker. We shared kitty stories while you waited for a ride. Was I imagining an instant connection? I never even got your name and have been wondering about you ever since. Message me if you felt the connection too.

When: Tuesday, August, 30 2016

Where: North Van

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