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The doctor's personality is as plain as her office. I mean, beige walls and brown carpet–are the insane not allowed colors? I bite my tongue to prevent myself from saying as such. Instead, I offer a smile that doesn't quite reach my eyes. A grimace more than anything. Her smile is too bright, plastered on like a doll from a store. She reaches out a frail hand, wrinkled and cold against my picked and unhealed skin. A habit I have not yet gotten rid of. Though I'm sure it has not gone unnoticed in the eyes of the professional across from me. ...
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Sunkissed, that’s what I always called her. With her freckled-painted body. Her frizzy, curly brown hair begged for my hands at any moment. Inevitably, every time, my fingers would get caught in a tangle, always ending with an accidental tug and quietly apologizing by my lips on her skin, my tongue gently running over a patch of freckles.She’d always let out the most beautiful sounds in response, stuck between a shocked laugh and a hitch of breath. I’d flash a cheeky grin, continuing my actions once again just to get the same reaction out of...
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