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She sat by herself in the overstuffed easy chair in one corner of the den, summarily dismissing each guy who walked up to chat. Her easy smile left each suitor disappointed yet allowed to depart with his dignity intact. I sat at one end of the couch located perpendicular and to her right, so that had she chosen to indulge me we could have made eye contact. Of course, we did not, but not due to any dearth of opportunities I offered; nothing would have pleased me more than to become a recipient of one of her frosty smiles. I sat close enough to her that if we had both extended an arm toward one another, our fingertips could have touched, so each time she opened her mouth I was graced with mocha melodies smooth enough to slide off any surface they touched if the warmth didn’t melt it first, leaving the pervasive ambience of estrogen—undetectable yet capable of holding my sensibilities hostage to her whims.
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