He saw her pass by everyday at the same time, but he didn’t have the confidence to approach her. She was the most beautiful women he had ever laid his eyes upon; at least that’s what he thought. If I only knew her name than I can relax a little bit, she walks with such style and grace. Her hair is long, black and down her back, I just have to find away to talk to her. As she start to pass by, at her regular schedule time. It seems as if today she’s mesmerizing as before. I seem as if I was day dreaming for hours, because when I looked up she slipped on the debris that surrounded the side walk. With no hesitation he ran out to help her up and asked, if she was ok? After blushing for five minutes he finally build the courage to speak. He say’s to her, I see you walk pass everyday may I ask what is your name?
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