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Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2017 8:58 pm
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Star gazing wasn't easy in Big City, not with all the lights and tall buildings that ate up the skyline. But that was okay. For once, Gutsy wasn't trying to look up at the stars. He was looking down at his feet, watching each step as he walked, partially so he wouldn't trip, but mostly because he was shy. The doe walking beside him was everything he wasn't. She was colorful, beautiful, and full of life. And beautiful. She was so beautiful it made it hard to think about anything else.
He was clutching a cellophane wrapped cupcake, a gift from her that she brought from work. There date had only just begun (a stroll through the park) and he already felt like he was sweating buckets. He was at a loss for words, afraid of embarrassing himself.
"Did you know the average person has about a gallon of blood inside them?" he asked. "It sounds like a lot but that's only like, one milk jug. Not that I do that or anything."
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