I was walking down the street when I bumped into a unusually large man.
I quickly got up and dust off my hands.
He looked at me with a angry glare.
I stepped away from him not wanting his anger to flare.
I had to admit, he wasn't bad on the eyes.
But I was looking ugly right now and I want to die.
"Sorry." I said as I backed away.
Hoping I'll get to see him on another day.
He just stared at me and I turned the corner.
Once I left his sight I was back a loner.
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Life through his hands
Random"Woah, your hands are so big." I grabbed his hand and placed it against mine to compare the size. "I can put you in it if you want!" He looked up at me with no emotion. I looked back at him shocked. ------------------------- It's a metaphor people...
