No Thank You l.h. -ddlg-

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Every day I watched him get on the bus across the street from my house. Everyday he seemed to have on a different leather jacket. He wore the same smirk everyday, and always had a cigar in his mouth.

Everyday I seemed to become more and more obsessed with him even though I had no idea who he was. All I knew was that he was tall, blonde, and careless.

And he was always alone.