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November 13, 2010
She had the kind of eyes that showed up in your dreams when you least expected them to, and there was never any mistaking them for another girl's eyes. You'd see them, and your heart would shudder, because nothing but pain came from remembering that gaze.

"They're green." she'd insist. "They only look blue from far away. Look close."

So you did. You learned every streak of blue and grey and green in those irises, knew them better than you knew your own. And paid for it too.

Because no good every came from looking into that girl's soul.