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7

7 is such a sharp number, pushed in between the sensuous curves of 6 and 8. All awkward angles and points, 7 is not a graceful number. It’s odd. And sticks out in all the wrong places. 6 and 8 bend like dancers, Swaying or flowing as natural as the breeze. And poor 7 sandwiched in between them, like a middle school kid, all unsure and out of place.
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alicia-harger
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Nov 14, 2011
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