that blue, blue sky

[Ryan de le Poer]

Excuse the shortness. Class fries up my brain and serves it on a silver platter.[html]
SOMEWHERE THERE'S A CRACK IN THE SIDEWALK
BIGGER THAN THE SHADOW OF DEATH IN THIS TOWN

"Not a regular joe," she told him. "A decent guy is different. There aren’t that many." His next question kind of stumped her though. "A decent guy? Well…" she rolled to her side, letting an arm drape over her torso, while she propped up her chin in her palm. "I haven’t met any before," she told him. And for the most part, that was sincere. "But I would think that a decent guy was probably at least a little bit respectable and kind. And being fairly attractive most likely wouldn’t hurt." She tried to think of more things she could add, smiling at him teasingly. "They would have to be gentle to women – hold them when they’re scared, protect them from enemies, all that good stuff." She watched his steel blue eyes, searching for a reaction. Then decided to ask him, "I don’t know. Do you think you could handle all of that, DaVinci?"

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