As a genuine laugh always does, it makes people laugh. And the person it made laugh was beautiful, tall, thin, a loose moustache. And a genuine joy of being there. A delight that did wane, admittedly, by the end of the day. A delight that slowed as it seemed we had little in common other than both of us trying to say something witty and entertaining. I started off well, but stumbled into cliches and, in the end, realised I didn't take any risks, I didn't open up. Safety all the way.
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