you're standing with your back to the street, you turn around just in time to see a dead-sexy girl dressed as fox-like as can be who's just walked past. you rush after her, thinking to get her number (a spur of the moment thing), and as you reach her you say "excuse me!"
she turns around. "yes?"
you're caught off guard: "umm... did you hit every branch on the way down?!"
"what?"
"umm, nevermind."
and you briskly walk off, being extremely grateful that she doesn't speak english.
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