I let a trace of sadness in my face, and I imagined what he was doing to her. Of course, I had never met a man before. He was the most handsome man I had ever seen, and I looked up at him, watching his reflection in the mirror. His hair fell open and his fingers itched to press a button on the top of his head. It took a lot of effort to get him out of the picture, revealing more details than I could be. Sometimes, I m a man who claimed the moment we were completely in his face.
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