prologue

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What does it actually mean to have your breath taken away? What does it take to be left open-mouthed? A view? A beautiful phenomenon? Some would say that even the rainbow could get them amazed. Personally I've never been taken in by any of these works of nature or God, whatever. My eyes would rather stare down than up since my soul is more connected with hell. However, something... I mean, someone has taken them up lately. Well, I could've said "something" since the first thing I saw were her legs. Yeah, her damn long, shining brighter than my future, l e g s. (I told you I prefer looking down, didn't I?). But don't let me go too far thinking of them because I can already imagine myself making her legs shake as I... Ugh, someone shut up my mind, thank you. So what were we talking about? Oh right, her legs... okay. Don't think of me as of some pervert guy getting excited for girl's legs, it's not like that. But there was something about the way she walked in the room, waving her hips and letting her hair blow... As my eyes were straying all over her body and finally managed to reach her face, I noticed her sight on me and... shit, have I really just licked my lips? Anyway, It didn't last more than a second, but we had this moment. She was actually just giving a look at a whole class but I like to think that our eyes' meeting was something more, something special... Yeah, I get to dream a lot.

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