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What Self-respecting Male Wanted A Job Being Photographed?

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I Like You Angry Better Than Weepy.

On His Face Was An Expression Of Absolute Love. Melting, Soul-touching, Raw, Unbridled Love, The Kind Of Person Dies For, Sacrifices And Suffers For. It Was The Kind Of Love That A Person Would Wait Two Hundred Years To See Fulfilled. It Was True Love In Its Purest Form.

He Was The Most Perfectly Formed Man She'd Ever Imagined. He Was Movie Stars, Men In Underwear Commercials, Guys At The Gym, The Construction Worker In The Red T-shirt Who'd Whistled At Her But She'd Pretended She Hadn't Heard; He Was The Men In Three-piece Suits Whose Brains Were As Sexy As Their Bodies; He Was Lazy, Indolent Seventeen-year-old Boys Whose Muscles Bulged Out Of Their Clothes, Rodeo Stars, And Those Smooth-cheeked, Eyeglassed Men Who Held Their Children Tenderly. He Was All Of Them.