scattered everywhere.” “What do you look like?” I don’t answer right away. Chewing the inside of my cheek, I think about embellishing a bit. I could tell him I have beautiful raven hair, sky-blue eyes, and peachy skin with rosy cheeks. But I don’t. “I’m not very pretty,” I admit with a sigh. “My eyes are brown, the color of mud. My hair is long, but also just plain brown. And… and my face…” I pause, because this is the worst part. “I have freckles. Not cute freckles. It’s called hyperpigmentation. Basically, it’s a bunch of little light-brown speckles all over my cheeks, forehead, chin, nose,
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I can truly appreciate that she was honest, with him being blind and all.
