The Girlfriend
by Anon Allsop
I sat in the grass along the north side of the building and watched her walk past; I sucked air through my teeth at her beauty. My eyes followed her walk, swaying deliciously toward the little bench by the pines.
"Hey man... you even listening?" My friend Roger slapped my arm.
I glanced over at him and grinned, "Ever see her around here before?"
His eyebrows raised, "No... actually I haven't." He looked around me at the woman. "Why don't you go on over and talk to her... she looks like your type."
I frowned, "Now what the heck is that supposed to mean."
He smiled, "She's cute... not spectacular... just cute."
I looked again to see if we were talking about the same girl. "You're crazy. She's incredibly beautiful."
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