Her skin was like cream, milky, and smooth. Her beautiful hair was painted a deep red that only seemed to accentuate and define her features. A floral scarf hung gently around her neck, barely concealing fresh shades of blue. Mark’s hands trembled, and his breath shook erratically. She wasn’t real, he continued to tell himself over and over again.

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