69 : Thinking The Bad Boy Is A Wall

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I ducked my head, not meeting anyone's eyes. I clutched my books to my chest and shuffled through the halls. Suddenly without, warning, I collided with a wall, sending my books scattering everywhere. I looked up. Uh-oh, it wasn't a wall, it was the gorgeous, sexy, hot, handsome, super good-looking guy from my art class with Hazel/grey/blue/green orbs.

Me : a wall is made of bricks or cement, and humans are obviously not. So how can you mistake a human for a wall? I think you need new glasses.

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