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July 17, 2010 She had golden brown hair, and took care of herself well. The impression one got was of a human cat. She had a wisp of hair on each side that hung down. She wore that day faded blue deans that had holes, and some kind of baggy top that showed her features still. Dark brown eyes penetrated outwards from her and she maintained for the most part a natural sweetness. Sometimes, when she was happy to see him, she swung her hip out from the side to the left. She was sleek and pedicured, savvy and manicured, soulful and experienced but without knowing what love really was. She was golden brown haired and uncured. And swinging that hip out and to the left both mechanically and naturally, like a finely composed piece of writing, a human vignette. ------------ About the Author: For more of Brian's short stories, visit his website: http://www.freewebs.com/storyandstory/. Email Brian Barbeito: Brian1750@Hotmail.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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