She had a body like a perfectly typeset page, each of her features an artfully arranged paragraph in its own right. Thoughtful, eloquent words spilled straight from a soul, placed by the expert considerations of a master typesetter. As if she had been intended to captivate and compel - dare you, even - to read and understand.
Then, there was her smile. When her lips curled upwards, the most adorable small crescents would appear in her cheeks. It was almost as if they served as parentheses, placed there to frame her soft, full lips; implying that each smile was a private aside exclusively for you.
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