Commercial romance and raw beef (Belle)

I was travelling home from Europe on a train. A young man seated behind me slipped his navy track-suited arm around my shoulders. Romance!  Later, he asked me for money to buy weed, but said he wouldn’t necessarily ask me for money “the next time”.  I opened my bag to look for my purse and remembered I was transporting home two large, bloody pieces of uncooked steak.

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