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He was staring at her, but she didn't really notice.
She was too busy rambling on about a poem she had read.
He liked her voice and the way she spoke. He liked the way she held onto things, like everything around her was delicate and breakable. So far, he hadn't found anything he didn't like.
YOU ARE READING
tattoos and photos
Kurzgeschichtenshe took pictures to express her art, he inked his skin to express his.
