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The Sweetest Thing

I couldn’t take my eyes of his eyes, glittering with soft shades of earthy greens. His nose was small, rounded, but with a delicate edge that seemed to croon “I’m the sweetest thing you will ever meet.”

He smiled at me and I was losing control. My mouth began to quiver; a nevous child on the first day of school. I was panicking, nobody this brilliantly gorgeous had even acknoledged I existed before.

I quickly glanced around the room, just to make sure it was really me that he was walking over to, not some sexy supermodel sitting behind me.

He tapped my shoulder, suprising me. My daydreaming left me totally oblivious to the fact he was already standing in front of me.

“Uh…H…Hello” I stuttered.

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