Red, Hairy Flags
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To the girl with the long red hair who can't see the red flags: you've really picked yourself one winner of a guy. He's charming, good-looking, and has a smile that could melt stone. But what kind of man would leave you sitting on a bench outside a bar alone while he paces the alleyway engaged in a confidential call on his cell phone? Or lets you spend the night at his place when another girl's things are still there—in the home that was once hers, too? Don't believe everything he tells you; he's a great liar. And remember: there are always—always—two sides to every story. Of course, you won't believe me; you'll just have to find out on your own. But if that's what you want, you can have him. Good luck. You'll need it. And give him a message for me: "Good riddance!"
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