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waiter

I don't know what it was about (him/her) but I couldn't help but focus my whole attention on (him/her). (He/She) had captivated my gaze, the way they acted made me feel as if I needed to grab them to the side and just press them against the wall, taking (him/her against it.

Surely I had to say something, because there was no way I could leave without getting (his/her) attention.

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