Camilla was crouched down, wiping her knives on one of their jackets. When she looked up, Nona was electrified. One of her eyes was a pale, pearlescent grey; the other one of her eyes was a deep, cool stone colour. Nona understood in a sudden shiver what she was looking at.
At work some guy asked me “Where are you from?” and I PANICKED caused I thought he was being racist and then he was like, “Your accent… are you Canadian?” and I immediately shifted from scared to immensely confused. Nobody has ever thought I was from Canada based on the way I talk.
Every time I take a photo of myself I only begin to even think that it looks nice months later. I can’t even say “Wow, I look nice!” when I see the photos because instead I go, “Wow! I looked so nice four months ago!” and then I feel like I don’t look as nice now as I did before. :-(
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