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She loved him the minute she saw his
warts. Dark and bumpy, they graced his pale face like an inversion of stars. She would trace them
with her finger, here the Big Dipper, here Orion, and he would tremble from the path of her touch. A bloom of crimson would grow from his
nape to his cheeks, and to her, his face then would look like the sky at sunset, dotted with birds.
At first, he felt awkward, unsure of what exactly pleased her in such
a flaw, but when he sensed neither pity nor derision, he began to relax. He allowed her little glimpses into other things hidden. The
crooked, brown birthmark around his nipple. A belly button popping out like a champagne cork. The tip of his penis a shade darker than the
shaft. She examined each oddity with lust and gusto, committing them to memory with her eyes, her hand, her nose, her tongue. Each
discovery whetted her hunger to know more. Laying her head against his naked chest, she would listen so closely, even to things he couldn't
say, and her heart flamed to be the keeper of his secrets.
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