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“Sorry about him!” Smiley twin yells across the yard. “He gets nervous around beautiful women.”
They’re a disconcerting kind of blue. The kind that makes you think of glaciers and frigid temperatures.
that makes me like him more.
It’s no good to have her thinking I’m anything more than a quiet neighbor who keeps to myself.
entertaining.
I like being alone, and I don’t trust easily.
I hate how her tone has changed but I hate even more that it bothers me.
Truthfully, I’m more frustrated with my reaction to his stern voice than his gruff refusal of my help.
Not for the first time, I wonder what it would feel like to be carefree
Her green eyes are vibrant today, emphasized by the emerald sweater she’s wearing.

