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He kept talking, talking, talking.
I tried my best to stay focused.
Everything he said was great.
Fantastic, even. What a wonderful man!
But my mind kept wandering, and wondering …
Whether this was going anywhere.
His hands looked big and warm.
And his lap was very inviting.
I tried to listen without staring too much into his eyes.
It was a strain.
I managed it though.
Because I’m a strong woman.
And I’ve learnt how to handle naked flames with care.
I know that fires are for warming people, not burning them.
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