I saw her for the first time when I went to do my laundry on a Sunday afternoon.
I was new to the neighborhood, just moved into a small apartment three streets down.
She was sweeping and cleaning.
I found out later that she worked part-time there and part-time at the local pub.
She was tight-lipped and gruff--
didn't say two words to me when she helped me with a machine that was acting up.
I suspected she could out drink me and kick my tail in a fistfight.
I found out later that was more or less true.
Though as a little time went by and I would go do my laundry,
we didn't fight—we fell.
It's been some years now; she's still tight-lipped and gruff.
But when we're alone, she smiles.
She smiles at me.
The world sees a hard-case, I see an Angel.
I was new to the neighborhood, just moved into a small apartment three streets down.
She was sweeping and cleaning.
I found out later that she worked part-time there and part-time at the local pub.
She was tight-lipped and gruff--
didn't say two words to me when she helped me with a machine that was acting up.
I suspected she could out drink me and kick my tail in a fistfight.
I found out later that was more or less true.
Though as a little time went by and I would go do my laundry,
we didn't fight—we fell.
It's been some years now; she's still tight-lipped and gruff.
But when we're alone, she smiles.
She smiles at me.
The world sees a hard-case, I see an Angel.
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Smoking Hot Clean Ryan Jorgensen
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