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His name is smexy   As I walked home that night my mind couldn't help but pester me with questions. Why did he help me? why did he gesture to the rose in my hair? how did he pick up the rose so fast? and more importantly who was he? I turned the corner That's when I smelt it the wafting sent of roses I looked around to possibly see where it could be coming from and there he was three street lights in front of me leaning against the pole smiling at me with his hands in his pockets. A chill went down my spine I couldn't decide if I was happy to see him or freaked out by his random appearance so I just stood there. He took one of his hands out