He'll reach out to touch her shoulder, try and get her to turn around again.
"Your hair shines in the sunlight--take a look, there's little rainbows in the reflections," he'd always thought that was cool about black hair, the way it reflected light.
"You look like a real person--like someone who smiles a lot and enjoys life. You don't have to look like a model to be beautiful, you know. And besides, do you know what they have to do to themselves to look that way? Take everything off and a lot of them actually look a lot worse than you. I'd rather see someone who looks pretty all by themselves."
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He'll reach out to touch her shoulder, try and get her to turn around again.
"Your hair shines in the sunlight--take a look, there's little rainbows in the reflections," he'd always thought that was cool about black hair, the way it reflected light.
"You look like a real person--like someone who smiles a lot and enjoys life. You don't have to look like a model to be beautiful, you know. And besides, do you know what they have to do to themselves to look that way? Take everything off and a lot of them actually look a lot worse than you. I'd rather see someone who looks pretty all by themselves."