“Wish you were weird.”

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“I don’t believe in witches,” the young man said, shaking his head.

She sighed, signed the check, and wished her date well. It was not going to work out. She stroked his stubbly cheek and smiled sadly. “Wish you were weird.”

As she left the bistro, she removed his contact information from her address book and memory with a flick of a finger.