No body
Greasy hair
Nasal voice
Long face
Bedroom eyes
She concludes he's not all that handsome
“I know I'm looking for imperfections”
There is a moment there
When she feels his gaze burning her
It is for some reason, humiliating
Vaguely embarrassing
She, of course, could have looked away
But for the sky blue of his eyes
It's then that she betrays herself
By looking at him
“She is looking at me
Each of her movements, is precise and languid
But her eyes are directionless
Dark circles
Acne prone skin
Unformed nose
Ferrero Rocher lips
Gummo smile
Bloated hips
Asymmetrical hairstyle
And by the way, black doesn't make her look slimmer;
But even then
I've never met anyone
Quite like her“
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