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As far back as I can remember, I’ve played the clown so that I can watch her face light up. So I can watch those deep dimples appear like little craters in the moon. And what’s more beautiful than the moon?
WOW
How the fuck am I not supposed to tell Willow that she’s brighter than all the stars in the sky? How can I look at her and say, You look nice, when I want to scream from a snow-covered mountaintop that just the sound of her voice could raise me from my grave?
