Chapter Seven

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I removed her hands from my chest.               "No, you are 'gorg'"

I heard a slap, probably Annie on her thighs.

  "I'm gorgeous?" she asked me.

Confusion filled my mind

  "Well, yes. Of course"

I got up and almost died turning on the light, and just in time to see Taylor-Ann's blush fading.

  "Annie?"

She looked to me "Do you think you're ugly?"

She couldn't look me in the eye

  "Annie?"

Still no response

  "Taylor-Ann"

She slowly turned to me

  "Yes?" She quietly squeaked

  "Annie,"

  "Yes?"

  "You are NOT ugly"

I stared at her beautiful face, wondering how anyone so stunning could think she's ugly.

  "Are you sure?"

I gasped silently "Yes, of course."

  "I mean I know that looks aren't everything, but"she shrugged "it's nice to know you're beautiful. Or at least hear it"

I grabbed her hands and she stood up with me

  "You wanna hear it?" I asked her

She nodded

I leaned toward her ear and whispered "You are beautiful. Remember that"

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