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Carla

“Beeeeeccccccaaaaaa,” I whine

God, I hate my whiny voice I bet you Becca hates it even more But I can’t help myself

“I fucked it up I fucked it all up Me and my mace Why do I think I need to carry mace, anyway?”

I prophis dark brown hair, the way it curled over his forehead, and his gorgeous blue eyes

A cowboy A real life cowboy! Here, in New York City!

But it’s been three days, and I haven’t seen him since It seeuy riding up the street on a horse would catch soht? – but all the videos on YouTube just shohat happened on the street that day, when he’d saved me and more importantly, my Louis Vuitton purse Nobody seems to know his name anymore than I do

So, have I watched and re-watched those videos on YouTube? You betcha

God, now I’oing to be chewing on straw and wearing overalls to work

The thoughtme smile

“Well, he shouldn’t be hard to find, Carla I mean, how many cowboys could there possibly be in New York City?”

“It isn’t that there’s so h, it’s that I don’t knohere to start looking!” I wail

“Did soer, asks, walking through the door to the conference room In behind him, trails tboys

Very handsome cowboys