Review: Samsung Wireless Charger Duo
His hair can’t decide if it wants to be brown or blond or wavy or straight. His personality flips
between inviting and callously indifferent, muddling my ability to discern hot from cold. His casual
posture is at war with the fierceness I’ve seen in his eyes. His composure this morning contradicts his
inebriated state from last night. His eyes can’t decide if they want to look at his phone or at me,
because they waver back and forth several times before the elevator doors open.
I stop staring and step off the elevator first. Cap is seated in his chair, ever so vigilant. He glances at
the three of us exiting the elevator and pushes up on the arms of his...
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