This was...exhausting. Mentally and physically. And he hates it. Joey sits there, nervously tapping on the table. His friend dragged him there, and sat at a different table, in case things got bad. He hears the door open, and he feels his palms get sweaty. Oh crap, it's happening. Joey's eyes shift up, and his heart skips a beat as he sees his blind date
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