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+ "What are you staring at?"
- "The sky"
+ "Is it that pretty?"
There are thousands of things beside me that would make it blush in envy,
But her body is still turned toward the boy behind me and her smile is only passing
So I answer instead
- "Yes. It's impossibly blue from up here"
And so her ocean eyes slide back to the boy behind me as my own turn to watercolours