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Dec 2018
His eyes are a deep chocolate brown as they wonder to the whiteboard looking for direction. As they look to the window, natural sunlight paints them a beautiful dark amber, a honey ***. Warm and sweet, wouldn’t they compliment mine so nicely? Warm, honey brown eyes meeting with cold, grey eyes. But who would ever want a cold dull grey? Wouldn’t most want a bright blue or light loving brown? They would go so nicely, even better.
emi munroe
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emi munroe  F/Ohio
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