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adulation
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no reaction.
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freakizh
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the perfect present for martyrs.
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Fingers of wind sifted through her hair as she walked down the street. I stood, transfixed by the vision approaching me. I stumbled over phrases in my mind, trying to think of something to say to her as she passed, so that I would at least have the sound of her voice to sustain me for the rest of my life. She was so out of my league, I don’t know why I was even looking. My eyes explored her image again, not to disrespect her, just to make sure my imagination wasn’t playing tricks on me. Her wavy dark auburn hair cascaded halfway down her back. Shadows played over her shimmering porcelain skin, as she glided beneath trees. The sunlight highlighted her slightly slanted eyes, brightened them to an almost unbelievable pure, clear emerald. Eyes that a person could drown in. Her already amazingly long legs were lengthened by a pair of black high-heeled sandals, with thin straps that lovingly caressed their way up her calves. Her short black skirt flounced around her thighs with every step that brought her closer to me. Her black blouse, knotted above her seductive navel, the top unbuttoned to show her substantial cleavage, yet she did not appear at all trashy, simply extraordinarily sensuous. My breath caught in my throat. Every sway of her hips brought her closer to me, and I still had nothing to say. She was almost in front of me. My throat was so dry I couldn’t even think of swallowing. With no way to prolong the moment, I simply stood there, watching as she passed me by, not noticing the girl standing there, staring after her in adulation.
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oldephebe
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good stuff man
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not vain or anything
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a space i'm comfortable with
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SW
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woman... and thanks.
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what's it to you?
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blather
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