plot: You and Peggy have different thoughts of her being older than you.
3rd pov:
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"So what what I'm thinking is me, you and some candles this saturday night, thoughts?" You ask the woman. "I can't see what you want." Peggy says. "I want you." You say with an obvious tone to your voice. "You seem pretty young to be searching for that kind of fun." "Is this really what we're doing?" You ask incrediously. "So maybe I'm not the one." "Well that's what you think, ma'am." "Now you're so cute," Peggy pauses booping your nose, "I like your style and I know what you mean when you give me a flash of that smile," she gently holds your smiling face in her hand, "Don't do that. But see you're, you're only a child," she takes her hand away. "Really?" You ask slightly offended. "I can dance with you hunny, if you think it's funny, but does your mother know that you're out?" "What she doesn't know won't hurt her." You smile at the older woman.
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