I stood up and looked in the mirror. I have curly red hair and sparkly green eyes. There's a little mole near my nose, which is sort of small and rather cute. My skin is rather blotchy red from too much sun and there are a whole bunch of freckles all over my face. I'm rather skinny, like, almost eating disorder skinny but not quite.
He picked up the phone, flipped open the lid, scrolled through his contacts, found her name, and then hit send.
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