'The fella had wandered over to where I could totally see him, face on, in decent light, and how he looked — well, it ain't easy for me to say out loud.
He's the kinda fella that if he was to make it to the top based only on his looks you'd still have to say he deserved it. Hoodoo sculptors and horny witches knitted that boy, put his bone and sinew in the most fabulous order. Dark-haired, green-eyed, with face bones delicate and dramatic both. If your ex had his lips you'd still be married.'
And i thought i loved Winter's Bone.
Listening to: Psychic Ills 'Tried to Find It'
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