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He is perhaps five-foot-seven, when he stands up straight, and maybe seventeen-years-old. His hair is dark brown, almost black, and he has intelligent but hard root-beer colored eyes, eyes that have seen too much in too few years, eyes that claim to not cry anymore, even if they do. A curved scar cuts across his lower right jaw. His wrists bear bracelet tattoos of barbed wire entwined with red roses and razor sharp thorns dripping blood droplets. A front tooth is broken in half; she notices he speaks with closed lips, no smiles. |