Posted at 2013-08-17 22:50:46 — Link
I shrug of his grip and turn around and analize him, longish black hair, not shoulder length, not bowl cut, not shaved. Vibrant ice blue eyes, he was tall. Pretty good looking. I look at him, I'm full of superstition. "I'm all ears" I say cheerfully and force a smile. Makeing a show of it as I stroke buster, just so he know I mean bisness, I'm pretty sure he came here for a reason.
Whatever happens, the world keeps spinning.
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