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it is impossible not to notice him immediately
thin, elegant, well-cut sandy-brown hair hazy green eyes, sensual smile wears mahogany cowboy boots, legs crossed nonchalantly left foot taps rhythms of jazz escaping from discreet earphones hasn’t removed the classy red plaid jacket black shirt, anthracite designer jeans, midnight fedora cocked over his right ear sitting in afternoon sunlight sipping sparkling water, blue bottle emptied silver bracelets jangle, gold fountain pen scratches words quickly on gray paper he fingers an oversized square ruby ring smiling knowingly… I watch him get up, languorously, leave too much money under a plastic ashtray wink, rewarding my audacious staring handing me a dove-colored envelope... perfect day red plaid jacket 2007.30.4...a]
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