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I then used the
sink in the corner to clean my face as best as possible, and raked my fingers
through my hair to try to remove some of the tangles. A glance in the mirror
showed that I had acheived a look of "windswept appeal". I no longer looked
like a grub, and felt even somewhat attractive. At least, I hoped I looked so,
for I had felt a magnetism drawing me to him, and hoped he might feel the same.
And as I had so long to pass in his company, I thought to make as much of the
time as possible.
I climbed the stairs from the cellar to the kitchen, and looked around
to see where he had gone. As the door swung shut behind me, he called out, "I
am in the living room, follow my voice."
I followed his voice, for he continued to talk as I moved through the
house, and found him in a large living room, kneeling before a freshly lit fire
which crackled in the fireplace. He motioned for me to have a seat on the rug
beside him.
He smiled up at me, his eyes glinting in the firelight. The flickering
flames lent his hair red highlights as he spoke. "I suppose I should introduce
myself." He grinned a sli
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