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She is small and sharp and angular. Her elbows hurt when they're pressed tightly against you and her small fingers dig into your sides. She rests her chin on your shoulder and it sinks into you. Her fingers are flat- but you always remember them flatter than they are. In your mind, they are a 2D part of her. Her hair looks as if someone set it aflame. It reminds you of October, of the orange, crisp leaves. While you are in no way overweight, you are definitely softer than her. Her hands are delicate, you’re always afraid you’ll crush them, so you hold her hand loosely. You can’t decide what color her eyes are. At first, they seem blue, but the next time you see her you could swear they’re green, and occasionally they look a stormy grey. She has princess hands, the kind you see in movies, the kind that seems perfect in soft, long gloves that go all the way up to her elbows. Her smile is beautiful, you don’t see it enough. But she looks stunning even when she’s not smiling. She has soft, light pink lips that you’ve been dying to kiss. I’m always waiting for the right moment. She called me Aaron Burr one time. Her eyelashes are long and almost blonde, they are delicate, gently moving when she blinks. She almost never wears socks, a polar opposite to you in that aspect, and in most. She has small feet and small toes that always seem to be curled. Her weight, lying against you, is comforting and warm. You miss her almost constantly, a sort of dull ache that you’ve gotten used

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