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All she had to do was take a shower, have a cup of coffee and a Danish pastry and walk out the door. Someone would come up to her and talk, probably ask for her phone number. It was simple. She enjoyed the attention, though the men often were not exactly what she was looking for. They turned their heads once, twice, sometimes three times when she walked by. Now, she is almost not there. A second or so is all she gets of someone’s eyes. She misses so much of her past life. She liked good after shave lotion, the touch of someone’s hand on hers, the light in someone’s eyes as she went towards him. No, none of that is there anymore.
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