The Dish boy {h.s.}
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Last published Wed, Apr 8, 2015
"I stare straight at his tall figure covered in all black. Head to toe. His curly slightly long hair hanging in his face as he picks up the dishes and puts them in the bin. All of these thoughts are swarming my head and before I even know what I'm doing my feet are carrying me to where he was. At this point there was only one thing on my mind "who is he" and I was determined to figure it out."
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