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When I was a grocery store cashier in NC, there was this guy that would come in every once in awhile that just did it for me. He was not my "type" at all - he had facial hair (which I usually don't care for), long hair he kept in a braid, and he was almost as short as I am, but there was something about him that I found absolutely riveting in a very primal way and I had a hard time not staring at him. I never talked to him other than my typical how are you type chit chat, I never learned his name, and obviously, I never forgot him. I'd never felt like that before him and I've never had it happen since.
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"They say that patriotism is the last refuge to which a scoundrel clings; steal a little and they throw you in jail, steal a lot and they make you king"
Formerly Medusa
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