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Only, not quite. Because said daughter is, well… wow. I’m staring again. I should stop, but my brain is drinking in everything about Annie like she’s an oasis in the driest desert. I want to mentally log the way her emerald-green dress hugs her curves, moving like water as she brushes past her mother in the doorway. The way her hair falls in waves to her shoulders, shiny and bright. The way her big eyes keep glancing at me too, taking me in just as hungrily. Ho-ly. I think I need to sit down.
