"They fell in love along the spine of a book, and eventually their breath became letters and their bodies became paragraphs and the dog-eared pages became unmade bed sheets and blankets. They folded and creased around each other until their very own story had been written." —Nobody, Too
Wonderful. I like the oxymoron (not sure if I used that correctly) of having the girl smoking and the boy reading. I know it may be a bit stereotypical to think like that but my first reaction was surprise and it made me grin.
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