Page 51 of Tap Left

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Right, wouldn't want that.

ThatGuy:

So...

LolaB:

So....

ThatGuy:

The numbers.

LolaB:

What about them?

ThatGuy:

They aren't good.

LolaB:

You don't have to be a mind reader to figure that out.

ThatGuy:

No, not really. Just general math will do. But I think I have a few ideas. Let me shoot you an email.

LolaB:

Okay, no rush.

ThatGuy:

Are you kidding? If I don't do it now, then I have to watch the horror show that is this meeting.

LolaB:

Ahhh, I see. So really, I'm doing YOU a favor.

ThatGuy:

Precisely.

The phone fallssilent for a few minutes before my email pings, and he comes through as promised. His email address is the same as his handle on Tap Left. And as much fun as I have talking to him, I do have to wonder what’s up with the cloak and dagger routine.

The reality is, I know very little about this man. Which is okay, for pen pals. But if we are going to meet in person, I feel like I should know these things. So, I eat a few Twizzlers and try to work up some courage before sending him a text.

LolaB:

I like your photo, by the way. Very artsy.

ThatGuy:

Oh yeah, I hand painted that myself. With the click of a button.

LolaB:

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