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E down the stairs with her head tipped down, her attention focused on her feet Her brown hair is like a veil behind her Her lips are crimson, and the curves of her body are flawless

She’s too perfect to be real

I suck in a deep breath as she nearsto do soure out what that other thing is

I never fully get to co straight into asp for air, and drop arette

"Oh, ers back

I wavethat I’ht A loud breath flees her lips when she recognizes who I am

"Oh, it’s you" She frowns and steps back, as if she’s afraid of me Her eyes drop to the white lines branded on

I offer her a smile because that’s pretty much all I can do other than try to pantomime, I’m not a freak I just can’t speak

Her criain and spill out words forcapture each one, breathe in the sound of each syllable and trap the where I was going" She peers over her shoulder while nervously biting her nails

Sorry Sorry Sorry

The sound of her voice is better than nicotine

When she returns her attention to ives me the smallest of s skittish about being in a new place, and I shouldn’t have run off like that, but…" she pauses, tugging at the heht I can see her curves, "did you by chance read those papers of mine you picked up?"