She came,
recovered,/
referred,
not certain of what/
she’d find.
I’ll soon learn.
She only wanted
water,
but got talked
into/
a half-price orange
cinnamon roll.
“Cheap!”
she exclaimed, hearing
“A dollar eight cents”.
And I wondered
if she was enthused
by a good deal,
or ridiculing
her first date’s
frugality.
Cyrano Writer: Musings of a Revolutionary Romantic Poet 
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