Smiling for the Hairy Monkey

When will they learn? When will they realize? When will DC finally know?

Never trust a man with a cell phone camera.

Abby did. She was a good sport. Smiling for the hairy monkey as he barged into her life.

Now, in harsh light of day, does she remember? Does she care? Does she know? Do you?

Ah, to be young and beautiful (her, not me) in Cafe Citron.

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