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she holds my jaw in her hand, unscrews the tune of red shiny stuff, and glosses my lips for me when I do not know how to. we are going out and I am ready to be beautified, even though she says I don't need it. it is little gestures like these, the wand scribbling across my mouth, that make me love her the most.

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