They said he was sly, but not like a fox, neither was he cunning. The trouble was his kindness. He had that voice, soft as cashmere, and those eyes that glowed with mischief and magic, too, and a sweet, wide smile, more infectious than the flu. He was so warm, he glowed. So, you never knew what'd struck you, until he did of course, even though you'd been warned that he was trouble.
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