nebraska
It had always bothered her, that tiny almost imperceptible imperfection. Unnoticeable to many, it was Julie’s blaring default, her “Look at me world! Look at me. I’m not perfect. Not even close."
It was a tiny, almost imperceptible, imperfection. Unnoticeable to almost all, it was to Julie her blaring deformity that seemed to say, "Look at me world! Look at me. I'm not perfect, not even close..."