He's the one

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I start at dawn, when the sun starts to rise, I start my seemingly never-ending quest to find the perfect guy. Not a soulmate or perfect match, but the worst guy for me.

See, when I was in that field, I found someone, or something. I walked over to it and I heard something. It told me that I had not gotten into heaven or hell, but a place for second chances. It told me that I would be sent back to earth to fulfill one last task. I have to find the perfect guy to help me with this task.

Then suddenly, there he was. In front of a little cafe, he was perfect, he had a good person vibe. After I came back I noticed I had the ability to read people and their thoughts. He was a physiologist, Harvard, single. He was perfect.

I walked up to him, pretending that I needed directions to the library, and I looked into his eyes. He had beautiful, grey eyes and dark hazel hair. I will almost feel bad when I kill him, that's right, I have to kill him to stay on earth.

I smiled and asked for his number in case I " got lost" he wrote it down on my hand and said" a confident girl, I like that. Maybe you'll call me later?" I giggled and thanked him, I walked away, strutting so my ass moved as I walked.

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