'hey',
he said,
when he approached her,
after class.
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brandon greeted her,
with a certain mischievous air,
somehow matching his,
tan skin.
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it wasn't awkward,
it was forced,
just as if he had come to her,
by his own will.
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she said her name,
'amanda',
voice barely above,
a timid whisper.
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her wavy hair purposely,
and consciously curtained,
a flawed face.
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there and then,
she ran away,
ashamed and confused,
and disappeared into thin air.
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perfect imperfections
Short Storyimperfections, who's normal without them? hers were her scars and spots. but to him, hers were perfect. -warning- contains suggestion of cutting and is down right depressing
