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She's attractive when she eats. It's not fair, I tell you. Not fair.
I met her in the abnormal way, like people meet people. We were standing in a subway stop, waiting for trains going in opposite directions. She saw me reading her favorite book, and she pointed it out to her friend. I replied. Why is that a shock, really? I'm reading, so I'm oblivious? I replied. I disagreed with her thesis on the main character. We argued for the five minutes between trains.
She followed me onto my train. I didn't know she was on the wrong train until I got off at my stop. She was embarrassed for no reason. Her friend couldn't stop laughing.

Since that day, I haven't gotten her out of my mind. Every street corner has a hundred opportunities to stumble across her again. Every supermarket run is an opportunity to meet her. Every time the subway doors close, I swear she's standing on the other side, waiting for me.

I saw her, ten minutes ago. She was eating a sandwich. The sandwich was dripping sauce on her. She is the most attractive woman I'd ever seen. she is attractive when she eats.

I swear there is a God, to have made someone to consume me so entirely. I swear there is a devil, to keep her from being mine.