"She had the kind of love that could stain a man, making rose-colored glasses out of his Ray-Bans...he lost the Wayfarers to make way for her; his pupils used to stray, but now they stay for her...she was a sensation, became his fixation, the apple of his eye had the taste of temptation; sin so sweet, he wanted it with no dictation...blessed with the body of a sinner, she pitched her curves like a Cy Young winner."
-A. Lewis
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