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She Walked up to him in the alley behind the shoddy drug store and lit a cigarette. Nervously she watched him for a few minutes and said nothing as she puffed away. A breeze blew and fanned out her skirt.
Without warning she asked the ultimate question between the two, "Why do you always look down when I come into the store?"
He looked down.
He then pulled a long drag of courage from his unfiltered Ace and upon looking up, he looked her directly in the eyes for his reply.
"You're beautiful..." He said.
He looked away at the street lamp, which seemed to hum in agreement, the back into her eyes, "...but you are perfect in your eyes. Your 'stunning curves' and 'sculpted body' are wasted on a fool like me because you melt the muscles in my legs when I look into your eyes."
The two stood locked in gaze for a moment and she looked away.
He continued to stare at her eyes the way an old man watches the ocean and gets lost in his immortal wisdoms.
"well, bye," She said.
She turned and began to walk away.
He puffed on his cigarrette and looked up at the stars, and the wind blew, and the street lamp agreed.