Baylor.
I saw her watching me. I tried to show off. I want to impress her. She's incredible to me. I watched her as she writes in that secret book of hers. She's a poet. She's a genius. I saw her dance once. I walked by the dance room and looked through the window. She turns, and spins, and leaps. She moves so gracefully, blissfully. She's incredible.
She's beautiful. What the hell Baylor! Stop looking at her, she just saw you staring!
I can't help it.
She's so tiny. She's got long blonde curly hair. Her skin is fair and smooth. Why does she wear makeup? I love her laugh. I don't hear it often, but when I do, it makes my heart pound. And her eyes. Those big round brown eyes. I dream about those eys.
She is breathtaking.
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Shattered Heart of Glass
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