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| After college I dated a lady with wonderful son. When she, her husband *ex hubby when I dated her* and she had their son. Her parents gave them her “Radio Flyer wagon”. They had sanded it, rattle can sprayed it, bought the decals for it. *so not professional, but very nice job*
He was TICKED that they expected they would use a “old junky wagon” for his son. He soon dumped her for ditzy younger gal. Yes I met them both. POS was being nasty to her when she picked up her son. So she asked me to stay in car. I heard plenty. Finally had enough. Prissy POS was really quiet. He must have realized how I wanted an excuse. PLEASE.
There was no spark between us. | |
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