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There's quite a line to use the microwave in this dingy cabin and I'm holding the home-made burrito specially prepared by my dad. Earlier this morning, he told me in exquisite detail on how he made my burrito, "I used whole wheat tortilla which I then slathered with some sweet mustard and the special homemade thousand island dressing, and stuffed in seaweed with my staple chopped-up fried crab cakes, juicy pomegranates, sautéed cashews and sprinkled in some crunchy butter-spiced corn." It sounds weird but seeing his sweaty forehead and sparkling eyes that radiate anticipation, I could only smile in return that he even bothers himself to put this much effort into cooking for me. I mean what girl wouldn't swoon for a guy that knows how to feed her well.
I thank that this line is much shorter compared to waiting in line for the bathroom as I saw many girls leaning on the wall to cope with their situation while making sure that there's room for others to tread.
Another fifteen minutes passed by and I look around to notice on my left corner a mirror, which reflected an extremely charming cute boy. He was sitting down in a foldable chair, with his right side profile in view, as he has light brown messy hair, strong eyebrows and jawline, well -defined cheek bones, and golden-brown complexion.
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My eyes gazed further down to notice his well built frame covered by a simple dark grey tee, navy blue shorts and New Carrington cherry hued sandals.
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