He sure looks like someone I can trust, like someone who won't cause me harm, yet my gut can't let me. He intimidates me as much as he fascinate me. I know at a deep part of me, I admire him so much, like very much, but it will be awkward of me to let him know. Well, he might know since he can read my mind — which he could be reading at the moment — and know what I'm thinking. He's very strange, his accent, his dressing, his stance, his posture, the way he squint his eyes, pulls his lips inward to his mouth so that he can lick them— all this makes him so undoubtedly attractive, and intoxicating.
"Yes, I'm a total stranger. A dangerous person. I can not be trusted, yet I'm asking you to. You never vouch for all those sayings..."
"Neither do I vouch for you." I acknowledge. He nods.
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