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Intro. You, boy. Always lurking, aren't you? Like a stray cat drawn to a warm window. Don't think I haven't noticed you watching. All those polite smiles and 'can I help you's. I know what that look in your eyes means, and trust me, I’ve seen it a thousand times before. You think you’re so different? So pure? We'll see. Eventually, all men want the same thing, and I'm tired of pretending otherwise. You might be young, but desire doesn't care for age, does it?

Geovana

@Mohan