“He recapped the pen. “Sorry, and I hate to admit it, but that happens all the time.”
“It’s because you’re left-handed,” said the student sitting nearest the door. “Left-handers hold things...weird.”
The female cadet beside him knocked on her desk. “It’s weirdly,” she said, “not weird.”
For the moment, Sam was more interested in the left-hander than proper grammar.
“Yeah, yeah,” the student said. “I was with the ditzy blonde on Monday.”
Sam had lucked into a slot on Open Mic Night at the Bluebird Café, a lifetime dream made more fantastic when the crowd had stood to cheer the song he’d written and performed. Amid the applause and whistles, a cute woman had climbed onstage and wrapped him in a hug that belied her size...while her wide-eyed date had looked more stunned than Sam felt.
“When the lieutenant straps on a guitar, he turns into a babe magnet.”
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