"I need to defrag my mind!
Then you'll see how kind..
I am to yoooouuu!"
'The singing was excremental, but the lyrics are worse', he thought to himself as he wandered between the various stalls, displays and what had been laughingly called performance art. The displays weren't too bad, promoting various social conscious messages; safe sex; land rights; boat people; that silly Chinese religion where they ended up with harvested organs; that even sillier 'Flying Spaghetti Monster' religion that started out as a joke and someone decided to take it seriously. "Come on people, religion is a crutch", he muttered to himself with a frown, startling the young woman next to him so she moved away sharply.
As she veered off, he regretted his outburst (a little) as he genuinely didn't mean to frighten her, 'I'm a young guy, she's pretty, what else would I think'.
For the next twenty minutes he wandered the stalls keeping a serupticious eye on the woman's progress, hoping against hope she wouldn't wander off.
After a few minutes one thing was obvious, everytime he checked on her, she was checking him out. Whether over the top of a programme, with a glance back over her shoulder or just straight out looking she was definately looking for something.
After a few more minutes it appeared she'd made her decision and she started over. Stopping in front of him, she looked up and asked, "How can you say, religion is a crutch"?
He looked her up and down, noticing the little frown at his rudeness, but also the gold cross that hung around her neck and dipped into the top of her shirt.
Turning away and gesturing her to follow, he started to talk.
He looked her up and down, noticing the little frown at his rudeness, but also the gold cross that hung around her neck and dipped into the top of her shirt.
Turning away and gesturing her to follow, he started to talk.
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