each weekday morning at 5:30, I dragged myself without of sleep so I could eat breakfast with her as she worked. That's for what reason smitten I was. As she talked, I lov to stare at her r hair and abounding red lips. I found it endearing for what reason if she got excited or smooth mildly flustered, the right side of her inlet seemed to freeze and the left margin of her smile darted up toward her cheekbones, giving her a wise-ass sardonic anticipate that made her seem more intelligent than she probably was. And more human.
If she kept
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