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It's currently 5 in the afternoon. I'm up in a tree, sitting on a branch outside Harry's window, watching Harry dance and sing around her room. her voice is so beautiful, soft like silk, and her eyes are filled with happiness and are always so bright. She walks into a room and it lights up. She has gorgeous curly long hair and since it's winter here in california, she likes to wear beanies to pretend hat it's actually a real winter and it looks beautiful. She's adorable and i just want to tell her that. Maybe, maybe i should let her see me. No, i can't, angels aren't supposed to be seen and they're not supposed to fall in love with and human.

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