I liked how you perused the titles in new nonfiction. The serial glance, occasional doubletake, laserlike refocus; a subtle widening of gorgeous eyes with the power of tidal gravitas. How I wondered what was going on behind your beautiful forehead. You seemed assured yet curious, independent but not lonely. I could only hope you are single; dare I dream you are casually looking. You noticed me with a scan like Eva from Wall-E. I was a little bit too much like stunned toast to initiate conversation; if you see this and would like to connect now, please respond with what about my apparel was slightly unique.
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