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Mystery Man

He smiles at me from across the room. God how that smile makes my heart beat. I try not to stare, but with his deep eyes it's hard not to. I feel I could lose myself in those pools of liquid blue. With a quick look back I pull myself towards the door, so I don't confront my mystery man. Looking into his face, I see he's a humorous person, through slight laugh lines. It takes all my strenth to wrench my gaze away from his tan face and gentle eyes. I know how he got this way. Working long days tanned his face and bleached his hair. Finally I pull myself togther and walk out the door, only to be stopped. By my mystery man.





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