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The Stranger

The Stranger I sit beside a handsome guy. I imagine his breath on my neck. He is tall. His brown eyes are nice and, O he has such gorgeous brown skin, dark hair and a deep tan. I want to kiss him on the lips. I gesture towards him. He moves a few inches and gets up. Then leaves…. I realize I don’t know his name.

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Date: 6/2/2014 9:16:00 PM
Well done - enjoyed reading this piece. Thank you for sharing!
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Ayesha Karim
Date: 6/3/2014 10:34:00 PM
Thanks Pandita.
Date: 5/13/2013 9:33:00 AM
awesome write
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Ayesha Karim
Date: 5/13/2013 6:30:00 PM
Thank you.