The Girl in the Blue Dress

(This one's just short and only a description. but I wanted to write something.) 

I looked up from my hands, and looked at the girl. Woman. she was 20 now, just turned so yesterday. her hair was still a little pink from the dye we did together a few months ago, the sun always brought her out. she tilted her head to a angle that was "Appealing". though, to me, it just seemed odd. she smiled to her phone, took a picture then put her head down and sent the picture to who ever she was Snapchating this time. she crossed her legs and leaned against the doorway, hunched down over her phone, she didn't notice that I was trying to figure out a way to describe her.  her pink cardigan sliding down one of her shoulders, the other side was smashed against the wall. Her makeup was magnificent as always, her eyelashes seemingly longer than usual. her blue dress was swaying slightly as she typed. her curly hair was bobbing. she had a pair of pink sun glasses on her head, to match the pink cardigan and pink eyeshadow. her brand-new shoes a little small for her, but they were cute, so she bought them. ever the teenager. even as an adult. always the girl in the blue dress. 

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