My chosen stranger my perfect stranger. I saw you again two days ago at Myrtle Wyckoff i think this is the 5th time. This time you looked me straight in the eye you must know too at this point. but you don't know i know everything about your life. miss pretty girl. i read your blog since forever. the new guy at good thanks thinks i'm pretty so he slipped a banana bread in the bag for me. but i didn't know so my boss ate it. she said he gave you this banana bread and it's okay that she ate if because she's pregnant. but can't i reap the rewards of my body?