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June 25, 2010
Endless waiting. But I don't mind. After all, I have a good view. I can see him clearly, his dark hair, his blue eyes. Lounging over the desk, head on one hand, pen in his mouth. He's interesting to watch. The way he moves, changes position, slouches this way and that way. I text him sometimes. It gives me a buzz when he texts back, and school-girl thrill from a few mundane words. He has a gorgeous grin. White teeth gleaming, cheekiness and sexiness rolled into one. Like chocolate you want but can't have.

What a god.