Her hair was strawberry blond, and she had the shape of a popsicle stick: turn her sideways and she practically disappeared.
Her hair was strawberry blond, and she had the shape of a popsicle stick: turn her sideways and she practically disappeared.
Patch stood over me, and a drop of rain slid from his hair, landing like ice on my collarbone. I felt it slide along my skin, disappearing beneath the neckline of my shirt. His eyes followed the raindrop, and I began to quiver on the inside.
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