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his skin flushed red.

red like the blood moon on a special occasion. red like the strawberries starting to become rotten. red like the sunset in the late summer. red like the tomatoes that grow in the garden. red like the rose that you wish to receive. red like the cherry on the top of a sundae. red like the beets you can buy in a jar. red like the blood from a cut.

his skin flushed red, and i couldn't tell if it was beautiful.

// m.m.

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