Mahogany skin. Must be freshly polished for the way it shines. Built tall, wide, strong. Must be the perfect tree for climbing. Keen, sharp eyes denoting the scholastic decathlon trophies at home. A pink drink in her hands. A black bag on her arm. Her life is so full. And her face is so calm.
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