a story by [danae]

There stands a tall, brown-haired, white-teethed, bearded, blue-eyed, caucasian man on the other side of the room. He looks suspicious and edgy, like he’s hiding something. What is it? Maybe he has a secret identity and doesn’t want nobody to know; or he a undercover CIA agent and he don’t take too kindly to criminals. Or the last one: a regular normal man who’s just here to live life to the fullest. I like my first idea. Ooh! or maybe somebody’s coming to take me and he’s here to save me. I hope not. I’m’a be in the car singing Take Me To the King. But anyways. I’m just sitting wondering who are you and could you please tell me. Please.

 

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