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Typeropewalker
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There is a certain kind of look between us. A certain kind of smile, a glance, a shuffle of feet, a shift of hips, a shrug of a shoulder. You dip your head and gaze up with hooded eyes while brushing your hair back behind your ear. I look away but quickly look again while resetting my glasses needlessly on the bridge of my nose. Why am I nervous? My breathing has quickened, my pulse jumps. Are you looking my way again? Yes, yes you are. Oh boy! This could be very interesting. Don't you think?
