She was a beautiful mess just like the stray hair on her forehead that refused to oblige to the bun, chaos to the disciplinarian but an eye candy to the free-spirited.
Subtle? uh-uh, her spoken words knew no mincing, they flowed unrestrained from her heart.
A concoction of what she knew to be right, at times even she didn’t know what her heart was up to.
Wow!
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Reminds me of you….
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