Take Me Out to the Ballgame…

The couple in front of us seemed a mismatch. He, a tall, lanky, covered in red freckles oaf. She, a petite, refined, soft-spoken Vietnamese woman. The entire game, he kept leaning over, breathing heavily in her face, and asking, “Are you sure my breath doesn’t smell like garlic?”

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