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You approach me slowly, carefully, like I was a wild beast. In the end you'll realize I was just someone you saw in a mirror.
Think as a whole.
WANTED. It was written in bold, red letters. He knew it was him that she wanted, and he couldn't say he did mind it much.
You hate it. At least you did when you were a kid and incredibly bad at it. In time, you might come to like it though, because it wasn't really the gym you hated. It was the other kids that watched you.
Her figure might seem slender, but in reality, when she stands in front of the mirror in the morning, it is quite the opposite. I guess that's why she doesn't take them home with her.
When I think of heels I wish to walk in a street in Paris or London, or perhaps in a muddy street in Bombay.