"Jack Rabbit On Crack"

This is a very short story, literally and figuratively.

Have you ever read a story and after a few days get to the end, only to realize that you only just needed to read the title to get the whole point of the story?

I met a cute guy at a bar one night, we exchanged numbers and went on a few innocent dates. After the proverbial third date, he ended up with the nickname Jack Rabbit on Crack.

The moral to this story? Faster doesn't always win the race and short isn't always sweet.

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