The Witching Hour

It was in intensive care for a month.

God, he was cute.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

I know. I...

I think you're right.

And that's why I want a man

who can love me just as I am.

Someone...

Someone who can look beyond my face

and find the beautiful woman within.

Knock it off!

Where are you going to find such a man?

In the usual place.

It's busy.

Hello, Maria.

Yeah, this is Leonard Winslow.

Leonard Winslow.

Yeah, we talked at the bar for like

over two hours last night.

Yeah, you gave me your phone number.

Yeah, you wrote it on my hand.

I have light brown hair, blue eyes.

I'm about six foot tall.

I asked you what your sign was

and you said stop, remember?

Yeah, see, you do remember me.

Yeah, so how you doing?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello, Judy.

Leonard Winslow.

Hello.

Hello.

No, there's no one standing here. I'm the only one here.

Leonard?

Yeah, I know. I know exactly how you feel.

I get lonely sometimes, Leonard.

Just like you.

And horny, too.

I keep longing for a young, strong stud to wrap my legs around.

Well, you have a nice voice, too.

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