My Green Eyed Boy
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There was no other way to descibe him other than perfection. The way he would let him curly brown hair fall to cover his face, as if it would hide him from the dangers of the world. He was so innocent, or at least that was what I thought. I will never forget the day that everything changed. *I didn't know what to do for a description, so I just did the first paragraph of the story... Just a warning, there are lots of flashbacks but I will say when one is about to start. Also, for some reason I decided not to use many names, so it never says the main two characters names, but it does once at the very end! It probably won't be very hard to guess who it is...*
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