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had met someone. The one, so to speak, and
I was deeply in
love." He was gay? Could've fooled me!
"But..." I asked, not really understanding where this was going.
"But I made it up; that person does not exist. Now, I'm a busy man, I
have a lot on my mind, more important things, and the date of her
arrival simply crept up on me until it was too late. She arrives
tomorrow evening, and I had forgotten about my claim of having found
the one."
"So what does that have to do with me? Why not just tell her you broke
up?"
"And have her start "Dates R Us" all over again? No, thank you. No, I
need help; and you're the only help I can get, this fast. It'll have to
do.."
"Doing what?"
"Pretend to be that guy; the one. In exchange for your help, I'm
prepared to pay you handsomely. Say; $20,000? That should be more than
enough to get you on your feet; look for a job and a place to live."
"Excuse me?" I gasped. I had to have heard that wrong.
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