Greg thought that her empathy, remarkable for a woman that stunning, bordered on the Pollyanna. His life experience taught him that beautiful girls were bitches. These were salad days, yet he’d convinced himself that she was inimitable. Until that evening at the restaurant. He, finishing his convoluted work story, looked up from his plate to catch her, her angelic face contorted by complete revulsion. She was transfixed, watching a woman who had just placed a forkful of cheesecake into her mouth. She felt his gaze and the Perfect Hot Saint returned. He’d found the thorn on his otherwise flawless rose. Photo titled A very little shiny roses by Takashi Hososhima on Flicker.
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