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... he stares stright into mye eyes. I want to break the hypnotic trance, but it's honestly as if his gaze imprisons me.
No matter how fucking hard I try, I always come out on the bottom.
Fuck me. God does exist and he sent an angel in a white Mustang to prov it.
I only meant to make sure the guy would keep his distance, not sprint for Alaska.