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she had the face of an angel, a snow angel though

he had a body you’d expect to fish out of the river

her voice reminded you of why you left her in the first place, as she patiently listed all the reasons why you left her in the first place.

he had a face you’d want to punch, not because there was anything wrong with the face itself, but just because it was his and he was a dick.

ironically after all this time spent rebelling against her upbringing she had turned out exactly like her mother: an adult woman.

it was an ordinary Tuesday when you walked into my office, feeling vaguely uneasy about the use of the second person perspective.