Some of her hair is up in pin curls and there are traces of ice cream around her lips. But still, despite all that, despite the untidy shirt she's wearing - I splashed some ink on it last night - her presence is impressive. Her pale skin has strange depths and her eyes are clouded.
Out of breath with sheer pleasure, you looked up at me last night. You said "You don't know what a difference knowing you has made." My words stuck in the back of my head.
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