Can't See But Feel
Umm, sexy?
"Dude, I bet this guy is eye-fucking you," Keith whispered.
"Who?"
"Mr Brown, idiot." He said. I just shook my head.
“Keith, am I supposed to write on my typewriter? He isn't going to understand it anyway." I asked Keith.
"Uh... maybe you should ask him," Keith whispered and then shouted.
"Mr Brown, Noah wants to ask a question!"
"Yes?" I heard his soft and soothing voice.
"Mr Brown, how am I supposed to write in a way you can understand it?" I asked politely. I smelt a scent. The same perfume that-
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