

StareDon't stare. It's rude or creepy, depending on the subject. So you just keep glancing. Which is really the same thing.Stare
Face forward, eyes to the front. But she dances in your head. No carnal intent, alas, with blonde hair caressing her lower back, straight but not straightened, a shade of black eyeliner, contrasting a pale complexion, baggy brown fisherman's pants, the matching top a lighter complement, she's simpy the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.
Can't start a conversation. That's worse than staring. She looks interes
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