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I sat in the corner as i watched her take the customers orders, covering my face with the menu as she came my way.
I felt my hands sweat and my eye twitch as she inched closer and closer; getting as nervous as i always do.
She comes up to me almost everyday, how does she not recognize me? Maybe its because she sees a lot of different faces, but how could she forget about me? Because i'd never forget her.
As i tell her my order she smiles at me, walking away and i just melt. I can't help but look at her up and down. Her body was just stunning. Everything about her was just insanely beautiful.
I'm happy to say that she'll soon be all mine.
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-Clarissa xx
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Stockholm Syndrome
FanfictionStock·holm syndrome \ˈstäk-ˌhō(l)m-\ noun :the tendency of a hostage to bond with, identify with, or sympathize with his or her captor. (l.h)