Olivia Ting

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“No,” he said. “I don’t think it suits me.” He took off the headband and held it out to me. “Here,” he said. “You put it on.” I did what he said. The thin metal band slid down behind my ears, pinching my head on either side. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. I felt so ashamed. “Yes,” he said, stepping back. “It suits you. It is very cute.” “Thank you,” I whispered.
The Book of Form and Emptiness
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