It used to be that whenever I heard a person speak of love at first sight I would chuckle quietly and dismissively to myself, and then pelt the offender with tangerines; but my cynicism disappeared in the second our eyes met. She had golden hair, legs that went almost all the way up, and a face that screamed, “I need a father figure, 35-40, caucasian, who can double as a lover. GSOH a bonus” from every furrow.

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