It has been my custom, as a customs officer, to observe the customs of people going about in costumes unsuited for everyday life. These were the dealers, the people who I seek to keep my pay coming. They, however, rarely see me coming.
It was that particular day, however, when the sun is particularly in a shining mood, making people sweat their brains out that I discovered a certain young lady, clad in a black robe with a reddish blouse underneath. "Goths," I muttered audibly to myself, "Friggin bastards,". She was beautiful, though, and as the saying goes, 'I'd hit that,'. She was doing nothing particular, just biting her toenails while quite apparently waiting for a person other than me.
Having nothing else to do but swat the flies, I sat on my butt and watched her from a safe distance. Safe, being like 12 feet away. She apparently noticed me, for she paused her biting and winked at me. Me, no one else. Get that, faggot? She gave a heavenly grin... well, it would have been heavenly save for the flecks of grey sticking between her teeth, presumably from her toenails.
After I have done barfing, I straightened up and saw that her partner, in fact, had arrived and had sat down right next to her. Lord save us. Nothing wrong with that, but I'd like to remember the Lord, y'know. Anyway, as he sat down, I noticed that the lady in question seemed particularly annoyed at his demeanor. I have somehow gotten bored of writing in this fashion, and is now halting this narrative promptly.
Fuck you.
that would be uncouth, good sir.
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