PLAYING WITH FIRE
Playing With Fire
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I saw it coming before he did. It was just too obvious…too many beers, too much PBR apparel. I saw the blonde heading to the table between us and it was like the script was already written. She seemed nice, at least she was patient you’d have to say. His radar went off like a…