So I was heading back to work after enjoying a lunchtime stroll (the Museum of Sex is two blocks away from my building! Who knew?) when who did I see but a familiar, tall, redheaded figure swing into the Tasty Café.
Simon!
I backtracked a few steps and creepily peered into the window to make sure. Then I continued on my way, wondering if fate was putting Simon in my path, and for what reason. Were we supposed to impart some vital information to each other? Provide answer to existential crises that had been haunting our dreams? Or was it purely coincidental? I decided to stay on my Simon guard.
Until we meet again, Monsieur S…
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