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So when I came across Matteo at a bus stop one day, I couldn't help but stare at his feet. He was wearing these white slides in the heat of the summer. His skin glistened while his feet just looked sweaty and glistened even more. After staring at his feet for a very long moment, I looked up to find him staring back at me. I cut my eyes away, then slowly looked back at him. He was still staring at me, but this time he smirked at me. He knew his feet looked hot and he loved the attention he was getting for them. That happenstance encounter at the bus stop has led up to this moment, Matteo doi...
So when I came across Matteo at a bus stop one day, I couldn't help but stare at his feet. He was wearing these white slides in the heat of the summer. His skin glistened while his feet just looked sweaty and glistened even more. After staring at his feet for a very long moment, I looked up to find him staring back at me. I cut my eyes away, then slowly looked back at him. He was still staring at me, but this time he smirked at me. He knew his feet looked hot and he loved the attention he was getting for them. That happenstance encounter at the bus stop has led up to this moment, Matteo doi...
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