The Last Black Unicorn

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Roscoe:  “Whooooaaaa,    Tiĉ-a-Knee,     you     look    soooo
hot. I love your blue eye-shad-ooow.”

He started bringing me Filet-O-Fish sandwiches on
Fridays, because he learned that I liked them. When he saw
I appreciated it, he started bringing me nowers on
Mondays.


Roscoe:  “Deese  are     for     youuu,  Tiĉ-a-Knee,     for     youuu
house.”

I could not put these nowers in my house. ͳese were
not regular nowers you buy at the store. I am pretty sure
Roscoe stole them out of somebody’s yard, because they
had dirt and ants and bugs all over them. ͳey were pretty,
though.


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Once he got to know me, Roscoe started asking me out on
dates at least once a week.


Roscoe:  “TIFF-A-KNEEEEE!    You     so  booty-full.     Can     we
go on a date two-mar-oooow? You want to go on a
date with meee?”

I would tell him that I had a man, and he would look sad.
ͳen a few days later, he’d ask me out again, and we’d go
through the same conversation. He was never pushy about
it, always polite and respectful, but man—he never gave up.

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