I swooned. How attractive he was with his dark features, gaunt jaw line, sideburns, Italian sunglasses. Let's be real, he was probably an Italian model posing as the bus driver.
Yes, I will only marry the man who says "will you pass me my pencil, mi amor?"
Or "what did you say, mi amor?"
Or "your skin glows like the sunset, and your eyes beam like the moon when she has reached her fullness, mi amor!"
Until we meet again, Señor mi amor.
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