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International Man of Mystery
You first noticed her as she walked by the lake, kicking through leaves as she wore a blue pea coat and gold scarf. A short brunette with full red cheeks, she smiled at you, and you joined her, and it was the start of it. Walks. Hands held. You had so much in common with her. She was serious about her studies. She could talk on nearly any subject. Sports. Poetry. Art. She favored earth tones – blue, green, brown, gold – and dressed impeccably. Classy beyond her years. You lost track of her each summer, but come fall, that lake, she was your autumn girl.
You gave her a ring. She demurred. She smiled. She told you to keep it, for one day, when she might say yes. She bounced around other social circles – more than she was around you, in fact – but she didn't seem completely tied to them. She was seemingly with everyone, but alone with herself. It drove you nuts. Why couldn't she see?
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Typical good stuff from Sam.
You gave her a ring. She demurred. She smiled. She told you to keep it, for one day, when she might say yes. She bounced around other social circles – more than she was around you, in fact – but she didn't seem completely tied to them. She was seemingly with everyone, but alone with herself. It drove you nuts. Why couldn't she see?
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Typical good stuff from Sam.