Cliff-hanger ending [or jump starting a story]

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Mary could not make up her mind. Yes he was handsome as hell in that shirt. And that skin-fade hair was all the rage. But how many times had mistakes been made in dark parts of nightclubs? Would John be different? Blue eyes. He made her laugh out loud. Wasn't that being happy? Would he be a weed or a flower? He was coming back from the bar holding glasses high and looking through the crowd straight at her. Those blue eyes.

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