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Growling With Oliver

I first met him when I was only thirty-five. I was in the nail salon carrying a pair of headphones when he scampered in. He was wearing a brown pair of trousers, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his Adam's apple, but I pretended not to notice.

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

After an awkward apology, he asked me to go to the novelty shop for a cambric tea. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the novelty shop, I learned that his name was Oliver, and that he was a distiller. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a restaurant owner.

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