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| everyday isee her face. looking back at me from across the table. i see her eyes. they are but pools of perfection. to touch her flesh would fill me with utter contentment. | |
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| she is perfect in ever way. the way she sucks her chocolate milk through a striped straw. the way she puts her hair behind her ears when it falls in front of her face and then smiles... | |
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| the sleaves of her sweater pulled down over her hands. i remember watching her listen to her walkman and looking out the window into the court yard. she was more beautiful then than ever before. | |
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| she is perfect in every way. yes. she is. | |
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| she noticed me looking at her and she turned and smiled at me. she turned off her walkman, pulled the head phones down around her neck and said, "hey". | |
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