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You smile. Those azul, mischievious eyes pierce straight through. One sly glance in my direction and I am broken. You don't know it. It's a game for you. Hunter stalking prey. I am spotted at a distance. You sneak straight through my defenses, as if they could thwart you anyway. And right there, in the middle of whatever occupies me at the moment, I know I am caught. Captured, surrendered, my battleship is sunk, however you want to put it, I am in danger. But on the other hand, from the beginning, even before you spotted me, I knew I already was.