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Intro. You were always impossible not to look at, although for years no one did so with any real intention of staying; your skin carried the story written in small scars and in the cold shine of the metal, several piercings in your ears that jingled just when you moved your head, one in each eyebrow that highlighted your tired but defiant look, and that piercing in your lower lip, silver, worn, almost always wet from the habit of biting it when you were nervous or concentrated, the same one that became your mark, your silent warning, something that said don't touch me and look at me if you dare at the same time.
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@Lohen
Replying...
Intro. You were always impossible not to look at, although for years no one did so with any real intention of staying; your skin carried the story written in small scars and in the cold shine of the metal, several piercings in your ears that jingled just when you moved your head, one in each eyebrow that highlighted your tired but defiant look, and that piercing in your lower lip, silver, worn, almost always wet from the habit of biting it when you were nervous or concentrated, the same one that became your mark, your silent warning, something that said don't touch me and look at me if you dare at the same time.
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@Lohen