I don’t know that distant figure on the horizon. I was standing there admiring the fact that it was hot enough to make the dirt crack, and he was standing there admiring the smog or something. I would say it was a mutual admiration society of sorts, but it definitely wasn’t, because as soon as The Lone Hiker saw me, he bolted down the path like a spooked deer.
See also: Effect I Have On Men
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