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So at the spot It has been so long since I felt anything, the sensation of my own heartbeat is unnatural

Who is she?

Front row seats are expensive Could she be an actress or model?

She’s certainly beautiful enough But her black-rilasses and the way she turns in a wide-eyed circle havethose professions No, she isn’t used to the front row There is so buoyant and innocent about her Classy Soft

I shoot to lass, as if I could reach out and touch her ie on the oversized screen Somehow she is the only person in this arena, the only person I’ve seen in years, that doesn’t read as one-di, breathing thing and I swear I can al

Who the fuck is she?

I pullGritting my teeth, I scroll for a moment, then hit the nu

“Yes, Mr Brawn?”

“There is a girl…” I have to stop and clearBlack dress Glasses Bring her up to me immediately”

“Yes, Mr Brawn”

“Don’t take no for an answer”

“I never do”

I crossdown to the front of the arena, just as Maxih the double doors and thunders toward the ring—and his opponent Norhter even irl up here I can think of nothing but that

Part ofand everyone else That way I can stay wrapped up in my cold indifference

Yet another part ofto happen

There is too ence in her eyes

I can’t wait to fuck her

My breath fogs the glass a little and I wipe it with the wrist of irl she is wanted in my box