Late afternoon walks are never the same without you. You: raven-haired Asian, early 30s, always dressed in sartorial splendor. Hair is perfect and eyes are mystical, clothes cling like gossamer on a Roman statue. You are perfect. I slow down when you pass. Time stops. Leave him. Let's go to Rome. If you see this, wink!
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