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Staring out into the garden that I entered through, he had a masculine body, his muscles peeking through his dark blue shirt, he started to turn around as I saw his wavy jet black hair, his light grey eyes, his sharp, chiseled jawline, my mouth was hanging open as I studied him from head to toe, I closed my mouth as he asked me "Who are you, and why are you here?"
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