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fferent century, coffee mug cradled in one hand, shirt slightly wr

saw him. Like it always

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blinked, and

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offended him. His movements were slow, controlled-but tense

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next six

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at him.

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aftershave. "You look at me like you want me. You think I don't notice? I've see

to

was shar

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ing da

stepped back lik

ng out,"

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eturned, loud

wanted, heart racing in a rhythm that wasn't normal. My cheeks burned. Not

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f that made me feel

hest, the way the light from the window traced over my skin like fing

had been

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