I was at Dollarama a few months ago, looking for a Halloween costume,

when I came across something unexpected in one of the aisles. I stopped short. It wasn’t a costume- but it was something just as good. It was a hot guy. A hot guy by himself…. Also looking for a Halloween costume. I don’t actually know that he was looking for a costume but I’m going to assume that’s what he was doing because it makes this story more romantic. I caught a glimpse of him down the aisle. Tall and beautiful. Just my type. I played it cool by completely ignoring him. I continued to look around in every aisle except the one he was in, this beautiful man on my mind. After a little while, I saw him walk out of the store. Might’ve played it a little too cool. And guess what? ….He had a prosthetic leg. And that’s when I knew I was a good person. Other girls may have seen him as a guy with a prosthetic leg. But I alone saw him for who he truly is- a hot guy with a prosthetic leg. I would appreciate his hotness even though he was missing a knee, a calf and a foot. Not even a peg leg would stop me from loving this hot man. That’s how much I appreciate this hot guy for his hotness. I could be the girl to make him whole again. Not literally whole, that would be impossible for anybody. But I mean figuratively, I could make him whole again by making him forget about not having a leg.

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