Power
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Last published Thu, May 2, 2019
I look him up and down. The first thing I notice is that he isn't wearing a mask, almost everyone wears them now. He has scruff along his jaw and upper lip. Its not a full beard, but it suits him. He's tall, maybe 6'. He has ash grey eyes and dirty blond hair. He's tan, but not too tan. He's wearing a grey t-shirt, black jeans, and dark brown boots. He's not exactly buff, but I could tell he's definitely done some heavy lifting at some point. I'll admit he's cute, and he knows it too.
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Power went out across the world. Journey was just trying to survive the new world but when a man, by the name of Jamie, pushes his way into her life. Journey has questions that need to be answered. "Who is this strange man? Why is he following me? How do I get rid of him?"
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