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May 30, 2007
He saw a swish of auburn hair on the sidewalk ahead of him and smiled. Allison hadn’t let him know she was back in town.

Which a whoop he ran ahead and snatched her purse of of her shoulder then turned around laughing.

It wasn’t Allison.

The woman with auburn hair looked at him. She did not look angry, but she did not look amused either.

He grinned sheepishly. She held out her hand.

“Give me my purse.” she demanded.

He handed it over and she walked away.

“I’m sorry,” he called after her. “I thought you were someone else.”