A Howling Wind

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     Dinner turned out to be really lovely. Surprisingly conversation flowed nicely between us. I could see myself being good friends with him. I'm sure others were hoping for more, but I didn't feel that spark. Perhaps if I didn't know what mates were, then maybe I could fall for him, just maybe. "So Bruno Mars or Maroon 5?" He asked, bringing me out of my thoughts. The waiter had cleared all the dishes, and we sat with just our drinks now. "Bruno Mars would be great if you could book them," I shrugged. Who was I kidding? It would be more than great. Not only would the younger crowd be pleased, but so would the group my age and a little older. "Now, if you will just give me a second to send off a text, I will tell you when they are available near your dates, and we can get this rolli

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