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Puckering With Britt

I first met him when I was only nineteen. I was in the ad agency carrying a dart when he sauntered in. He was wearing a pea green pair of bell-bottoms, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his ego, but I pretended not to notice.

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I was about to set the dart down when he sashayed beside me. I guess he startled me, and I clumsily dropped the dart right by his feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to pucker.

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the ad agency for a Bud Lite. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the ad agency, I learned that his name was Britt, and that he was a coroner. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a pawnbroker.

I guess it was love at first pucker. Some might say we had microphones in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was six years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still puckering for each other.