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pheather
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i couldn't stop looking at those eyes. i wanted those light blues to keep looking at me. it seemed they were looking only at me, perhaps deceiving me with their beauty. healthy tan, and happy smile. i think you are bit too good for me. and a bit too different. i'm like the hip city girl, and you the simple country boy. maybe we could have one nice night in the sack, and then part ways after sharing a bit of music and laughter. and head down to the beach where you can teach me to surf. watch the sun slip away from earth, and the sky turn vibrant orange and pink. i'll want to feel your body once again before i head back to surburban hell. i don't want to live in a world of forever with you. i want to meet you, because one never knows when the opportunity will be lost.
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