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One didn't generally wake up expecting to experience a best day. Save for weddings and births, best days weren't planned affairs. They just occurred, falling into your lap like little blessings sent from the gods.
Her pink hair and blue eyes reminded me of the cotton candy I used to buy at the annual fair. The colors had me wondering if the taste of her promised to be as sweet on my tongue.
"What were you expecting?" She grinned, her eyes sparkling. "Less lumbersexual and more Christian Grey perhaps?"
"You want to tie me up?" "Only if you're into it."
"Good girl."
desperate to know if the woman who looked like a rainbow would taste of sugar or spice.
Frankie was the kind of woman who I referred to as a sun. She sucked people into her orbit, bathing them in her glow. If I wasn't careful, one of us could get burned. Badly.

