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February 2, 2010
I kept my hand on top of my drawer so it wouldn't fall off the stool, waiting for Sue to finish her transaction so I could begin my shift. I glanced politely at her customer as he used the pinpad, but soon realized it wouldn't be long until I was caught impolitely staring. His lips were perfectly shaped, the color of carefree bubble gum. The hazel in his eyes was boyishly effervescent, complementing his cleancut hair and the white cap he wore. What bothers me sometimes is knowing that if he wanted me, he'd have me. There'd be no question.