PABLO WHITE

PABLO WHITE

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His entrance affected the entire atmosphere of our form room as the loudness suddenly turned into quietness. I was intrigued as he slowly walked in. Slender, dressed in all white like an angel descending upon earth, contrasting his caramel skin and his deep brown eyes. Our form teacher greeted him, and invitingly introduced him as "White, Pablo White."
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*THIS IS AN INSIDE JOKE WITH MY FRIENDS PLEASE DONT READ THIS* The moon is full tonight, and its light pours into our car. I turn around for just a moment and catch a glimpse of his bright eyes in the light. The glow that surrounds him is undeniable. His blonde hair looks almost white at this time. He is artwork. Everything about him is just art... to me at least.

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