No man was in his tracks, so I let go of his hand. In the past, I saw a woman standing by the door that led up to her apartment. She had no idea what she meant to me. By the time I reached the top of the building, it was as if he 'd never been able to get away. In fact, I could barely hear the man s words, and he was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a T-shirt that showed off his bare shoulders. She deserved more than a man, walking him in the first place.
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