Page 143 of My Sweet Dollie, You Have to Love Me

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Best we alert the manager. I’m pretty sure she won’t want any of that bullshit stuff on the dance floor, and you’re sprouting more of it than I am.

Dollancie:

Okay, so maybe like eight abs. But seriously, you strike me as a guy who’s into his looks.

Lucky:

And why is that?

Dollancie:

Well, the great body. Plus, you’re playful and funny.

That’s confidence.

Lucky:

People can fake confidence.

Do you wanna know a secret?

Dollancie:

Yes.

Lucky:

My face makes me literally feel ill.

It reminds me of my childhood.

And I didn’t have a good one.

Dollancie:

Same.

Sorry. I didn’t mean to take your light. I just mean that I can relate.

Lucky:

I wish you couldn’t.

Dollancie:

You know, on a happier note, no matter how you look, I’ll still like you. You have no idea what you’ve done for me this week. So just know, you’re not your past. Those memories can haunt you, but can only hurt you if you let them. A wise guy once told me that.

That wise guy would be me on day four of our interactions when I was trying to be inspirational and shit.

Lucky:

A wise guy, huh?

Dollancie:

Maybe that could be your pet name, or maybe I’ll go with No Face.

Lucky:

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