Laundry boy

You were running down Cunard with cold clenched fists in the snow, and a red and black checkered shirt, to the laundrymat on Windsor. You looked back before you crossed the road, and I'm not sure why, but it pretty much made my day. You, sir, are adorable. —Purple hat

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