His eyes had sinister charm and I was drawn to him. He was precisely my type. I was pleased to meet him but he would be like the others. No names were exchanged.
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Ha! Very clever!
Thanks Guap!
I like the bit of mystery!
thanks….glad you liked it!
This encounter left me with a sad feeling for this lost person.
I didn’t look at it that way….thanks for making me see it another way.
Ha. that was clever. Who is the devil… love the mystery.
Thank you!
what’s unsaid here, is amazing. Great take
Thank you…I’m glad what was in my brain came out the way I had hoped.
I love the ambiguity of which one is the devil. Cool take!
Thanks very much!
Cleverly done.
Thank you.
“He was precisely my type.” <—- Love that line. It speaks volumes. He can be whatever/whomever to appeal to us. Yikes!
Thanks very much for the comment. 🙂