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One of three drabbles written for the drabble challenge.
Perfect
by Lilly
They look perfect together.
He's any woman's definition of tall, dark, and handsome. She's the personification of male fantasy, blonde and curvy and outrageously sexy.
They sound perfect together.
Their dialog is sharp, riddled with not so subtle innuendo. He's the smooth operator; she's the femme fatale. Yet all the time, running below the repartee is the sense of two lonely people desperately wanting to break out of their roles.
They should be perfect together.
Angel holds these thoughts in mind as she watches him walk away. He won't be back again. Not for her.
After all, nothing's perfect.
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