"Do you remember the girl, who used to sit in the back seat of the class? The girl, who isn't here anymore?"
"Lisa. Her name is Lisa Hallows.
How could I forget her? She's so beautiful. Everything in her is flawless, starting with how she taps her forehead with the end of the pencil, when she doesn't know the answer, and ending with the fact, that her right eye is blue, and left eye - green.
She is a definition of the word 'perfect'. Whatever she does or will ever do, nothing will make me love her less than I do now."
Flynn

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𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝, 𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚊 ✔
Short Story𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝, 𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚊 - #1 in Imfine (2019.12.21)