The weeping city

"Look like you're going to need, -" I cut her off, "fuck... do I need stitches?" She laughed.

"No, you just need to rest tomorrow I think!" I take a look at her, and my mouth open a little in shock. I was looking at a beautiful piece of art I never had seen before. She was as white as the sand in Bora Bora, but had freckles covering most of it, with some (I don't know how, but.. cute) pimples, added with some big round glasses and some big bushy (but good looking) eyebrows.

"Woah."
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I'll just say read&enjoy

(I write this for fun so I just thought someone else also maybe might like it)