"When he told her,
That her voice sounded like earl grey tea, and her laugh like manic pencil scratches; that he always dres out the pattern of her freckled on restautant napkins; that she was the princess he told his little sister bed-time stories about; that her eyelashes looked pretty when she cried;
His voice trembled like a violin string, and she cracked like the spine of a book"

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