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Date 6: Grease a laying
I know Devilmaycare can’t help having a cold sore. It happens. But I think if I had something that huge and ugly on my lip I might reschedule a first date. He looks like he fell over and a well-sucked and cracked lemon cough candy stuck to his lip. He’s slathered the sore with some kind of salve so it glistens.
I can’t stop focusing at it. I tell myself not to stare but it’s impossible.
It obviously hurts the guy to talk. Not that he’s got a lot to say. He’s an accountant. A partner in his firm. That’s about all I know about him.
That and he has herpes.
I don’t need to know much more. There is no way that lip will be healed by Christmas.