Look at that man's handsome face. His eyes almost fully close when he smiles at the waitress. He doesn't even glance at her butt when she walks away. Even you look at her butt, she's shaking it so. Not him. His smile is sweet and he stares at a point just below the ceiling. He must be thinking about his lady. Or maybe he's thinking about his job, or his dog, or the meal he's about to eat. Or what he had for lunch, maybe a really special French lentil soup.
Even imagining for a second you are living the wrong life is heart-breaking.
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