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The charm bolt smiled even more charmingly. My knee burned like hell. Something wet was slowly running down my leg. With my good leg I tried to inconspicuously kick the toilet paper behind me. >> Angels are platinum blonde <<, he taught me. Aha. man has to know that. What exactly is platinum blonde? And who cares? Me! Because the guy looked so amazingly amazing. And because he was so totally cool! He smiled even nicer and looked at my knee. >> Oh, you're hurt. It bleeds. << >> Neee <<, I said a little pressed, because I slowly had to clench my teeth because my knee reported a disgusting pain. But I thought it was totally uncool to be hurt. I looked at my knee. It was bleeding. And how. "It's just color," I heard myself say and asked myself who should believe such nonsense. At most someone with the IQ of a clove of garlic. "Oh," said Prince Charming and smiled pleasantly.Man, can he smile! Hopefully he hadn't seen the toilet paper. "I have to go on," he said apologetically and pointed to a dog next to him. <<, I exclaimed in shock and jumped back in disgust. So I hobbled back more because of my knee and almost fell over the toilet paper. I looked at the dog in horror. it was a black poodle. But what a part: a giant poodle. >> Did he get hormone pills or what? << it slipped out of my mind. the poodle looked like a bodybuilder. a blown and undulating bodybuilder. As ugly as the night. Embarrassment level ten. The dog owner frowned in worry. >> This is a royal poodle. << I grimaced. Oh king. Not your ordinary poodle, of course. Ugly as the night, but king. Your Majesty. How awkward of me! But then I really reproached myself for having shown my disdain for the giant cattle so unchecked. the way to a boy's heart is guaranteed to go through his dog. >> Sweet!<<, that's why I said. Obviously not very convincing, because he looked at me blankly. I pointed vaguely at the mega-poodle. >> The dog. I think he's cute. << The guy looked at me in horror. >> Seriously? << Nobody has said that before. oh man what now? >> Well, not so cute. Stop, well, just ... what's his name? << full diversion. >> Mr. Schmitt. << >> Mr. Schmitt? << And what do you say to that? I didn't want to make another mistake. "Mr. Schmitt," I repeated, slightly stupid, and nodded in confirmation. Then I thought, if he's a royal poodle, maybe I'd better say Herr von Schmitt. >> Doffer name what? <<, asked the guy. >> Och <<, I said evasively. "I'm just doing my grandma a favor," he explained. Now I didn't understand anything anymore. >> I take Mr. Schmitt for a walk. Every afternoon. It's your dog. The old lady can no longer walk so well and well, I'll help out. << >> Wow, that's nice of you! << I was totally impressed, the guy was really nice.He smiled modestly. >> Oh where! is normal, isn't it? << I nodded. >> Sure. << >> I have to go on. Maybe we'll meet again ... << he said. My heart jumped, I put my hand on it quickly so you couldn't see it bounce. "I'm here every day," I stammered, inwardly shaking my head.




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