As we walked along the
crumbling path I found myself unable to take my eyes off of Alana.
She was stunning.
Beautiful.
Captivating.
I felt a tug on my
hand.
I looked down at Nora.
“My mom told me it wasn’t
polite to stare.”
She giggled.
Alana turned.
She looked at Nora,
smiling.
When she smiled her eyes
lit up.
“I think she’s beautiful.
Do you?”
Nora did her best attempt
at whispering.
It was like a raspy
shout.
I laughed.
I nodded.
Alana was beautiful.
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