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Her smile was the only thing that could warm my shaking bones. It was fixed by months of expensive orthodontics, but had something unique about it. She would blush and cover her mouth when she laughed, from being used to covering blemished teeth alignments, I'd assume. But the times she let her cares go, and laughed without hiding, were the best of times. Knowing there was something real behind those long fingers made me believe there was something worth living for.
If I could pick anyone in the whole wide world, I'd choose every ounce of you to waste my life with.
He had such a temper and I hated it. I hated when I could see the fiery in his eyes, when I knew his hand was coming at me faster than I would have ever thought. I hated going through cover up bottles as often as tissues. His temper got to me, and I gained my own temper. I guess the time in jail is worth seeing him die by my hand.
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