By Zach (zachl42@hotmail.com)
Date: 12 July 1999
mandy
a passing glance she throws my way as she sits down at the table across from us - i take a pencil
and paper and sketch a free-form face, filling in the details - her blueish eyes, her full lips, a
prominent nose - i look down and drink my milk when she looks up - i see her get up slowly and i
watch closely as she walks away from the table - i look and grin, just thinking...her hips sway
slightly, her hair tumbles over her shoulder, the glare of the light contrasting with the deep brown
tint of her hair as she strolls over and shispers in my ear - "stop staring - you're making me
nervous" - and walks away, grinning
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