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The Purpose of this Article is to Grant You a Superpower
And the gift of being able to pass it on
“What do you want, Geo…”.
It took me a second to realise George wasn’t behind me when I got to the bar. I looked back and saw him by the door, smiling like a lemon shark. He’d taken four steps into the pub and stopped.
He wasn’t looking at me. I followed his eyes to a group of four young women and knew immediately which one had caught his eye.
At the back, facing George, a tall girl wearing long blonde hair draped over bare shoulders. Strawberry lips, no makeup, skin of porcelain. Her eyes shone liquid blue, vaguely recalling her Viking roots.
She was smiling, too. A smile that revealed her prominent dimples and creased the corners of her eyes. A 24-carat smile. Pure undiluted sweetness.
George was captivated. Her beauty had literally stopped him in his tracks. And that smile, she wore it for George.
Then her cheeks flushed slightly, she diverted her eyes, and she went back to pretending to listen to her friends. George snapped out of his fugue and joined me at the bar.
“Who is that?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” said George, “but I’m going to marry her.”
