The way you played me was so subtle, so
patiently discrete. It made me think a man with actual emotions, a man in love
couldn’t possibly be that tactically decisive. The chemicals would inevitably have you make a bad decision or spill some beans that should have been eaten raw
to hide the evidence. But no, you moved without hesitation, without effort,
without special care, elegantly like a ballroom dancer. And you switched styles
with ease.
All I could do really, was to watch you in total and desperate awe.
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