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The Healing Magic Of Blushing Young Girls before/after Like the Who song, I'm going mobile. Hee, hee, hoo. Today I went to the gym and flirted with the young desk girl a little bit, even though I think I look like hell. She was young and dumb. Blonde and cute, she might have it made some day. Yesterday, after the appointment, I waded through the human tide and made purchases. I stopped at Barnes and Noble. Behind one of the help counters was a cute girl in a long sleeved pink collard shirt and beige pants. Shoulder length curly brown hair. She was all of nineteen or twenty. As I walked by she blushed. I searched for some Bukowski. I finally found it, and perused several selections. I glanced up at her from across the store. Her head snapped down to her computer screen. From a distance, she seemed to blush again. That delightful blush in a young girl that seems so sweet and innocent. A blush and a shake that's like magic. It seems that way. To my jaded mind, its beautiful, that animal response that they cannot hide. Its a good substitute for love. I went to buy the books I had chosen. As I walked towards the door, I turned and looked at my beauty. She was talking to a co-worker. I saw the co-worker say, "who?" She said, blushing, shaking a little, "The guy that's looking at me right now." Ahhh, baby, you don't know how much that means to me.
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