I have fallen head over heels in love with a travelling gentleman named Back Pack. He smells of wool and Himalayan goat's milk and is always on the go.
Oh how I long to meet Back Pack for coffee and chat about his extraordinary adventures. I too have been on many a hair raising escapades in the likes of Skime, Hugo and little Mexico and I'm sure we would bond in a heart beat if he would just find time in his busy sheduale for a girl as lonely as I. But every time I ask if he would like to meet on Tuesday, or Wednesday, or Thursday two weeks from now, I don't really mind, he asks me to hold his water bottle for a second and hails yet another taxi away from me.
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This is one great series, Munkay. Brilliant. I've got to start thinking like you...
Rose Rose Rose. My trick is not to think. But thanks eh.
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