I first met him when I was eight years old. He was fifteen years old, not very tall, with very dark skin, very white teeth, and his eyes turned into two slits when he smiled. Until now, the appearance of the wings has not changed, and they have never become better-looking, but it doesn't matter, they are my wings, the wings I like. Yes, I am twenty this year and I have liked him since I was eight years old. No commitment, no need, I've been just waiting for him to find out.
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