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Snuffling With Maggie

I first met her when I was only sixty-five. I was in the Hallmark shop carrying a coin when she slithered in. She was wearing a polka dotted name tag, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her collarbone, but I pretended not to notice.

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I was about to set the coin down when she made a beeline beside me. I guess she startled me, and I clumsily dropped the coin right by her feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to snuffle.

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the newsstand for a glass of KoolAid. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the newsstand, I learned that her name was Maggie, and that she was an escort. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a spy.

I guess it was love at first snuffle. Some might say we had pairs of pliers in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. She was fifteen years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still snuffling for each other.