Then a tear fell down her cheek, and she quickly swiped it away. I dropped my eyes down her body, taking in the worn and cracked gray Chucks, and the skirt two inches too short with the green and navy blue tartan pattern that was two years outdated. The glowing olive skin of her beautiful legs, interrupted with the occasional bruise or scrape, which I actually kind of loved because she probably got them from constructing that gazebo and being amazing at something most of us could never do. Her shirt tail and cuffs hung out of her navy blue cardigan because it was too big, and her tie was
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