We met several times, but never got past the formalities of business and a lingering glance. I felt dizzy whenever I saw you. You were the fulcrum of my world. Your bright eyes twinkling through your long eye-lashes, your greying beard and your dark complexion. You said you were the man's carer; I didnt believe you. In summer you'd wear shorts. Climbing in and out of the mini-bus. I dont know your name. I knew the man's name though. Will you give me one of your rings?

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