"You know that in nine hundred years of time and space and I've never met anybody who wasn't important before"

You find a silent girl hunched over a cherry wood table, her long black curls framing her face, her tan skin illuminated by the desk light. The ink of her pen, flows slower than her quick fingers, jotting down every word she seems to imagine. Her lips set in a straight line, she seems sad but there is a bright light in her dark brown eyes. She is a paradox. And that paradox is me. 

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