"The sand-colorful hats of ironing of the SAM same Collins you of the
mass for me, beaten ginocchia of the mine, the mine disc battery for
the interior and thought that insurance that, if if to feel to him
pressed well more would disappear safe. to "Are you ok?" the
friend who my pagination requested the long hats I behind the relative
ear, flied spazzolatura they of the Vista weird." of "You he;
Sighed, respect, it always seemed to me disowned; it was pretty. He
had the wonderful stature of the face, the density, the hat-brownen
and the eyes and haselnuss; the only things, that one that it had, I
had timid coming, precipitadamente, of the hats and the eyes, that
could only describing like the ash of the hospital that "Yes, are
fine." I answered fort. The situation was not transformata
inside, if the fact were not for, of which the relative boy is
therefore false, that mine sensitivity played the main tube, since
then who a rock of teeth was the friend of my friend"
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"Sam Collins' sand-coloured hair weaved itself through the crowd towards me, my knees shook, my heart raced and I felt sure that if he got any closer I would surely faint.
"Are you ok?" the friend at my side asked me brushing her long hair behind her ear, "You look weird."
I sighed, compared to her, I always looked weird; she was beautiful. She had waist length, dark, brown hair and gorgeous, hazel eyes; the only things I had were mousy, short, hair and eyes that could only be described as hospital grey.
"Yes, I'm fine." I replied heavily.
The situation wouldn't have been so bad if it wasn't for the fact, that the boy that was playing my heartstrings like a harp was my friend's boyfriend."
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