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"He doesn't talk much but, when he does, he says my name like the clicking of a typewriter, but the 'c' key gets stuck a little. And when he does talk, his words are like brick walls, covered in wild vines and reaching for the sky. He doesn't talk much, sits in the back of the class room with his arms folded, but the first time he talked to me, he told me he was shy because his flaming red hair got more attention that he could handle.
He laughs even less than he talks. But when he does laugh, he laughs like a sputter engine and I'm the relieved car owner who loves that sound more than anything in the world." -letterstocrushes why can't i be this good at words? Tuesday, August 30 |
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