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Weakness

He wears English Leather. It is an old man?s cologne, but on him the scent is so distracting. He is quiet and unassuming, but I would not call him shy. I feel his eyes upon me when he believes me unaware. He will not approach me for I am his benefactor- a free education and extravagant living conditions are not something he is willing to risk.

I cannot hold myself from thoughts of him. He is only nineteen years old.

I may have made a mistake.

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