You're out at a bar alone one Friday night when you catch my eye. You're so strikingly beautiful — your long wild auburn curls framing your face, your doe eyes soft and curious, your curves on display in your skin-tight black dress, your plump pink lips, your tiny frame. You look so young, so naive and innocent. So instead of approaching you, I discreetly pay your tab and leave. But as I wait for my driver to bring the car around, rain pattering down around me, you step out of the bar.
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