You pick up your ticket, say good-bye to Dad, and snag a seat in the waiting room. You turn on your CD player, and cue up a favourite song. Then, the crowd in front of the snack bar clears, and you get to see the boy on the till.
He's a cutey!
Not quite as big or as tall as Greg, and with dark curly hair where Greg's is blonde, but still...you grab your music and change purse, and sashay gently over to the counter to get a closer...to get a snack.
Up close, he's even better looking than from across the room - and there are just enough people in line that you have lots of time to look. As you pick up the Coke and package of cakes, you can see that he has the same nifty padded arms as Greg, and you feel warm at the memory of Greg's arms around you. Finally, your turn to pay comes, and the cute boy says, "...
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