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The deepest, warmest brown eyes locked onto mine.
The clock hands stopped, and everything around me began to move in slow motion.
Silhouettes blurred, and sounds stretched out like an echo.
I keep my eyes wide open.
I don’t blink.
I see myself in them.
Don’t blink.
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