My Woman from Tokyo
The distant lights of the Airport seemed to welcome my tired weary eyes, or was it the other way round. Too dazed to care, partially drunk and merely 3 hours of sleep in the last 48 was not the way I'd expected to land at the Airport to pick up a distant relative who could not comprehend why the city airport was further away from most things city-esque.
The parking lot was a hassle easily dealt with as I stumbled upon the pavement, luckily landing on the soles of my feet and not on all fours. The parking attendant was caught up in his own reverie to bother about my disheleved appearance.
I rushed to cross the street. And there she was.
The one who could be the one.
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The parking lot was a hassle easily dealt with as I stumbled upon the pavement, luckily landing on the soles of my feet and not on all fours. The parking attendant was caught up in his own reverie to bother about my disheleved appearance.
I rushed to cross the street. And there she was.
The one who could be the one.
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