A Handy Man

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You: In your tan pants, green Compass shirt & Boston cap. You arrived in your blue work van to repair my damaged trim. You had your handy little finishing hammer & your precisely loaded tool belt. I can tell that you are a man who knows how to get the job done. I love your hazel eyes & your sexy red beard. I think its swell that you are from New England & that you are a full-blooded Irish stud. Me: the foxy brunette with dark brown eyes & freckles that kept stealing glances at your rippling muscles as you tacked away at my crown moulding. I'm hoping you read these & if you do that you were checking me out too. Stop by sometime, I could use a strapping young lad to put in the chair moulding.

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