he peered up at me through his glasses with a cold, cold stare.
i was neither threatened nor attracted.
it was just a feeling.
a strange one.
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he peered up at me through his glasses with a cold, cold stare.
i was neither threatened nor attracted.
it was just a feeling.
a strange one.
