…..if she wasn’t the most beautiful, delicate thing he had ever seen in his lifetime, then…..then……well, upon further consideration, she definitely WAS the most beautiful, delicate creature he had ever seen in his lifetime. So he fantasized about her for a major part of every hour which make up those twenty four equal components comprising each new day on our Roman calendar, finally worked up the courage to ask her out on a date, and was rewarded for his otherworldly patience and uncommon bravado with a condescending sneer and a terse “Go fuck off, loser!!!”…..
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