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I Don 't Know About This Essay

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"Yero, I don 't know about this," whispered Elphaba worriedly. Her emerald skin looked pale in the morning sun, resembling a leaf of sage. Her bony fingers grasped the suitcase. Elphaba 's sharp finger nails dug into the worn leather of the handle. "She 'll be fine," insisted Fiyero, a strikingly handsome man in his late thirties. If a person passed by him, he or she would never suspect hat he was once made of straw. One arm wrapped around Elphaba 's shoulder. In one swift motion, he kissed her forehead. Her black hair smelled of coconut oil. The familiar sent brought a smile to his face. "Besides, with your smarts and my dashing good-looks, she 'll be a class favorite." His nordic eyes winked at her. In return, she slapped his chest. "I 'm serious. You know how awful it was for me to go to school. And since she has my . . . coloring, I know--" Fiyero spun her around to face him. Her diamond-shaped face was etched with wrinkles, but that didn 't affect her beauty, nor did her acicular nose or her mucronate chin. Her nonpareil features were what made her resplendently beautiful. Sable irises looked down into his. "That was only because you didn 't have a supportive family. The Unnamed God knows how I would 've turned out if I had a pompous, bothersome, overly religious sister like your 's and a father who--" "Is this supposed to make me feel better?" she questioned, her black lips already twitching into a smirk. His hands rose in self defense. "I have a point, I

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