happyfilmluvguy
Call Me a Cab
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Imagine. You are in the parking lot just after you had lunch with your friends. You're making your way to your car when someone familar steps out of theirs, after taking the parking space beside you. It's none other than Humphrey Bogart. You're a bit surprised. What's he doing here? He looks up and sees you staring at him. You don't want to bother him, but the very first thought that comes into your mind is..."autograph".
You casually approach him and he smiles. You're about to ask, but he's ahead of you. He knows. "Sure, I'll give you an autograph. Got a pen?". You reach into your pocket and hand him your trustly writing utencil. He peaks in his car and pulls out a photo of him. He lays the photo against the winshield and signs. "Here ya go, kid". He hands you the photo. You're in awe. You say thank you, and he walks off.
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I don't personally have an autograph, but a friend of mine does. I kind of smeared the ink when I was able to actually see it....
So whose autograph(s) do you own?
You casually approach him and he smiles. You're about to ask, but he's ahead of you. He knows. "Sure, I'll give you an autograph. Got a pen?". You reach into your pocket and hand him your trustly writing utencil. He peaks in his car and pulls out a photo of him. He lays the photo against the winshield and signs. "Here ya go, kid". He hands you the photo. You're in awe. You say thank you, and he walks off.
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I don't personally have an autograph, but a friend of mine does. I kind of smeared the ink when I was able to actually see it....
So whose autograph(s) do you own?