Book with the Red Heart
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"There, in my seat, where I’d left the book, was a puppy.
No, not really: but the way her brown eyes were large and bright in the sunlight and the way her thin lips were in a soft smile and the way her messy eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, and the way her dark hair that was dyed a dark green at the tips was pushed up in a messy topknot on her head reminded me of a slightly scruffy puppy."
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