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"Did you get around to asking her out?"
"No," was the shamefaced reply.
"You are the biggest wuss I have ever met."
"I know," he sighed.
"You're a loser, Neil."
"Shut up. I asked her over to pilot," he added optimistically after a moment.
"Oh, good." The other man rolled his eyes. "Maybe you could show her your etchings."
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© 2001 Rebecca J. Stevenson
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