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"Hi," she says as I open the door. "We're looking for money this charity..." and I mentally block out what else comes straight after it. Another charity looking for money. I had to be home during the day, didn't I? This nonsense is wearing me thin like you wouldn't believe.
And it's a shame, cause she looks appealing. About 5 inches shorter than me, curly brown hair, fair skin with a touch of freckles near the round nose, and emerald eyes that could fetch real money if they were the stone. Oh, and lips so soft you could lose yourself kissing them all day. Mmm...I'd like to lose myself in them, too. Oh, shit, she's staring at me. How long has she been doing that? "Hi," I say as I brush my finger against my right cheek. "Um, I'm donating to three charities right now, and can't really afford a fourth one." Wow, such a lie. "Sorry." "Oh, that's okay. Is there anybody else in the house that may want to donate?" "Not right now. They're home only in the evenings." "Oh, okay. Can I leave a flyer?" She's still trying to keep a smile on, or a semblance of one. "Sure, yeah." "Great." She hands it to me, brights up her face and says "Bye. Maybe next time," leaving with a wink. I close the door and wonder what that was all about. Anyway, back to my thoughts.
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