A hooded girl walked across me on the street. I couldn't really see her face, but for some reason I thought she was beautiful.
Another one passed in front of me, and I thought she was beautiful too.
Maybe this was the effect cold winter mornings had on me.
Maybe that was the effect you had on me.
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