
Linda walked into a Kankakee bar to get a drink, not knowing all the single men would take notice. Who will she choose?

Pharmacy clerk, vulnerable narcissist and Elvis impersonator Robbie Hurlbutt?
Cinema clerk, neckbeard and communal narc-a-doodle Damien Hurlbutt?

Wacky inventor, drugstore owner and sadist Wally Green?

CRASS Bill collector, and desperate hillbilly Dale Davis?

So many bottom-feeders, so little time.
“Dating is like shooting a bunch of arrows and missing the target every time.”
– Linda Stay
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