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His mouth was like a canteen spilling out words, leathery, grey-green. Stop, stop, I thought, but he just kept speaking, telling me I wasn't worth it, telling me he was lonely and nothing and I coughed but stayed otherwise silent, and he kept talking, and I bowed my head.
She wore no eyeliner, which was strange because all the rest of the girls in the grade always did, or so I thought. I never noticed though because she always looked so beautiful. I wondered why the other girls in the grade wore eyeliner. But then, she was something different, and I thought that no way no matter what could they ever look as beautiful as she did, with or without it.
She lived in a trailer park, and people said it like it was gross, like it was something to spit out of your mouth real fast and not hold on to in your mouth because she was something ungood, living there. She was pretty and had a great way of laughing until her jeans started getting tighter because the boys started seeing her and she had a funny way of looking at you like batting her eyelashes and saying she wanted to look at you all day with those dark blue eyes.