A steamy cup of tea in her hand,
Wayward thoughts in her head,
She lets go of a crisp five dollar bill,
Into the New York's skyscraper hills.
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She lost the bet. He was neither, bald, neither fat. He was.. something else. A bit shameless. A bit lively. A bit stupid, a tad bit more contagious, addictive.
Though he didn't ask her the questions she'd expected, he didn't disappoint.
Of course, actual Mr. Hamilton might have lost her imaginary bet, but Mr. Greene. . . Daniel would never in a million years would lose that bat.
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And she was falling hard, in that sense she is a bit more than stupid.
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Elliot James
ContoThe story about a girl, who tries to earn herself a name, along with respect and fame, in a world that is just so hard to achieve these things . .// "Elliot James" "That's me." "Oh, I thought you were Male" .//
