Today's OneWord: Gorgeous

Vincent Hahn was drop dead gorgeous, though his hands were quite enormous. Every night, he'd wear a tux, and for each meal drop sixty bucks. He drove a Jeep and smoked a pipe and liked to gossip 'bout his wife. And Vincent Hahn one evening, see, said that he'd love to sleep with me.

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