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Fluffy thing... not quite a drabble.
I saw someone on the bus today who had an uncanny resemblance to you.
He sat just in front of me, and for the entire journey I couldn’t take my eyes off him. His shoulders were like yours; skinny, but somehow broad. His hair, brown, layered and ruffled, with tinges of blonde. Seemingly soft and silky like yours, but not as stylish or neatly messy. I wondered whether it smelt the same; that odd mixture of hairspray, radio studio and sweets.
A smile tugged at my lips, cut short by the vibration of my phone.
'C'mon, when you gunna get here?! X'
I had missed my stop.