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"The way she brushes her hair behind her ears, adorned in intricate piercings, and the way her fingers glide across things, absentmindedly playing with a pendant around her neck, grabbing items, yearning for something before reaching for something else.
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And the subtle arch of her back, the tilt of her chin as she peers at a shelf’s jars, the way her breasts press against her blouse as she reaches up for something, and the soft biting of her lower lip as she considers two competing products, one in each hand. The way she cocks her chin with indecision.
All these nuances he sees, and they pull him in. Further and further into her orbit, and he keeps on following her, his gaze discreet yet fixed."
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