"I like the combination of textures you've ensemble'd yourself with there. Nice mix of patterns. Bold choices," I said.
"Thanks. I like your..."
His eyes scanned feverishly up and down and over my body. Panic spread over his young face.
"...glasses," he said, his face finding repose.
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Your comments are why I get out of bed in the morning. Just kidding. But I do like them.