I loved watching the curl of his hair fall against his neck.
The crinkle of the paper was that of a poem I'd yet to hear.
And his smile broke a thousand rules.
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Sorry I'm so late coming to your blog. I just now found it through someone who is apparently following my blog (and I'm puzzled as to who it is). Anyhoo, I noticed you hadn't posted in a while. I sincerely hope the nurse from your Match.com post didn't track you down and is not currently holding you prisoner in his basement, flashing his gawdy crucifix at you and shouting "Repent, ye whore of Babylon! Repent!" :-) So, write a new post so we know he isn't trying to exorcise you. Cheers!
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