The Hard-boiled Truth...

Sure, she's not my moll but I've thought about it. It's hard not to when she's such a knock-out. But I don't know if I even rate in her baby blues. If I ever made a move, she'd probably give me the bounce or accuse me of hitting the pipe or dipping my bill in the hooch.

She's not mine but this doll ain't spoken for either. There's no ice on her finger yet. Maybe all we can share right now is a cup of joe but some day she might see I'm a right sort of guy. Until then, we'll just sleuth and try to keep out from behind the eight ball. That's just swell by me since she's the stuff dreams are made of.

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