I saw him coming when he was still miles away. In his bright orange shirt, teamed with a pair of tights. His shirt was short, showing a lot of tight. Perhaps too much.
I couldn’t help it, my eyes strayed towards his crotch. So when I greeted him, I accidentally greeted his royal crown jewels. But before he could shout: ‘My eyes are up hére, you know!’ we had passed each other by.
Like ships in the night.
Only at 9 in the morning.
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