It was during an education that I met him through the corner of my eye. I was right. Everything about him was right: his eyes, his nose, his beard, his style. Oh his beard! I even got the chance to share with him a couple of lines and lunch, as well as meet by chance on the elevator. Nothing out of there ever happened. Sadly, ever.

Then I found a new banana and somewhat forgot about him. Though I must confess my eyes still naturally shine when his eyes, his beard or anything from him se me presenta.

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