Turning around, he looked at me. I froze. He froze. I could see by the look in his eye, that I was as mysterious to him as he was to me. I told him that my name is Ellen. I had already ruled out zorro, the angel of death, johnny cash and wee willy winky when he told me that he goes by The Traveling Psychologist. All of a sudden, he did not appear all that mysterious. I felt a calm wash over me. I felt like I was home again, back in Missouri.
I wanted to make sure that TTP didn't pass over this one, ellen, he loves a good mystery and awards points as liberally as I do.
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Turning around, he looked at me. I froze. He froze. I could see by the look in his eye, that I was as mysterious to him as he was to me. I told him that my name is Ellen. I had already ruled out zorro, the angel of death, johnny cash and wee willy winky when he told me that he goes by The Traveling Psychologist. All of a sudden, he did not appear all that mysterious. I felt a calm wash over me. I felt like I was home again, back in Missouri.
I wanted to make sure that TTP didn't pass over this one, ellen, he loves a good mystery and awards points as liberally as I do.