she was

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she was the type of person who you would see in a photograph, coated in a fine layer of fingerprints and memories

she was the type of person who would always smell like mint toothpaste and sweet peach tea

she was the type of person who leaned her head on your shoulder because it had been a long day

she was the type of person who smiled at you when she caught you staring

she was the type of person who was able to fill a room with her presence

she was the type of person who didn't mind making room for you on the couch

she was the type of person that i couldn't help being infatuated with 


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