LoaferJanuary 15, 2010
He looked utterly despicable. Long hair, torn jeans. A loafer. I ignored him and concentrated on the concert. Suddenly a stampede occurred and all hell broke loose. Somebody tore off my top. Fortunately someone else covered me and led me to safety. I wept with gratitude for my saviour. My god! It was the loafer.
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