How I met your mother: paused in traffic behind a sliver of opaque tinted window lurked her provocative glance, illuminated by a single errant shaft of sunlight. If eyes are the windows to the soul, she stole mine willingly and without hesitation at that very moment. A solitary glance bewitched me; the enchantment continues years later.
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