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ThatGuy:
Damn, that's a tough act to follow. My lips are sealed though.
LolaB:
Phew. But seriously...
ThatGuy:
Seriously. I get where you're coming from. The thing is, I kind of like this little game we're playing right now. The anonymous aspect. However, with that being said... I have another proposition for you.
LolaB:
Hmmm.... listening.
ThatGuy:
Here's the deal. I'm somewhat of a public figure in this city. I don't want you to get cold feet once you realize who I am.
LolaB:
Oh god, you're Brad Pitt aren't you. I told you to give up already!
ThatGuy:
Tears, Lola. I'm in tears.
LolaB:
Sorry, pal.
ThatGuy:
Sure, that's what they all say.
LolaB:
Back to your proposition.
ThatGuy:
Yes. So, here's what I'm thinking. How about the day before we are supposed to meet, I send you every one of my mug shots. I'll even throw in my background check, full name, and the kitchen sink. Then you can decide.
LolaB:
Okay. I hope you look good in prison orange. That's the only way I'm going to be persuaded.
ThatGuy:
Prison orange is my color. You'll see.
Idon't knowwhat I was so worried about. It seems like a fair deal, as long as I know who he is before I meet him.
LolaB:
Alright, sold.
ThatGuy:
