her lights

Ellie came by early in the morning. The board insists we open at six, and so we do. We rarely have anyone in before eight. The first time I saw Ellie, recently, I mean, I had just started flipping the light switches. First thing in the morning and a beautiful girl walks by. She opened the locker room door. I hadn’t made it to that switch yet. Ellie looked back and smiled patiently. My heart skipped a beat. She really is very pretty. I fumbled as I hurriedly flicked on her lights.

Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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