Tolga Morawski (1975 - )

There was a particular girl that Mr. Morawski really liked. He went to see her one night but found himself very nervous. He started talking a few times but in short time realized he sounded like an idiot. ''Flustered I left, then came back,'' says Morawksi, ''and asked her just to act like it hadn't happened and apologized. She agreed but only on the condition that I never spoke to her again. It still stings today.'' His favorite color is blue.

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