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Gorgeous girl with pink hair

The girl with the pink hair walked into the coffee shop, and my heart stopped.

It was the most romantic place I'd ever been. The whole place was lit by candles, and there were roses everywhere. It was like something out of a movie.

I didn't know what to expect when my date picked me up at my apartment, but it definitely wasn't this. We drove for about an hour until we got to this amazing building that looked like it had been transported directly from France. There were people dancing in the ballroom and laughing in the garden, where I could smell the flowers from my seat by the window. It was perfect—and then I saw her.

She stood out among all the other women with their dark hair and pale skin like some kind of goddess: she had bright pink hair and skin so pale it made me think of milk chocolate melting in the sun. She had on a black dress that hugged her curves in all the right ways, but somehow still managed to look elegant instead of trashy or slutty or anything like that (which is usually what happens when someone wears something tight). Her eyes were huge and blue like an ocean during a storm; they seemed to consume everything around them until there was nothing left but those eyes staring back at you through thick lashes that made you wonder if they were real or not

It was a dark and stormy night, the kind of night that made you want to sit with a good book and drink hot chocolate. But I was too busy working on my novel to do either of those things.

I was halfway through my manuscript when I heard the doorbell ring, startling me out of my trance. I set my laptop down and walked over to the door. It must be UPS delivering something, I thought—and then I opened the door.

There stood a girl with pink hair and an amazing figure, wearing a tight black dress that clung to her curves. She smiled at me as though she knew exactly what she was doing—and then she leaned in and kissed me on the mouth!

I stumbled back in surprise, but she followed me into my apartment and took me in her arms again, kissing me harder this time. As we kissed, she started undressing me slowly; first removing my shirt so her hands could roam over my chest and then pulling off my pants so her fingers could explore my legs.

When I was naked before her, she led me over to the couch and laid me down on it before stripping off her own clothes until she was completely naked as well—and then she climbed onto top of

She was the most gorgeous girl I'd ever seen. She had long, flowing pink hair and eyes that were the color of the sky. Her skin was so soft, it felt like velvet. When she smiled at me, my heart melted.

She sat next to me at lunch one day, and we started talking. We talked about everything: our dreams, our families, our pets—everything. It was like I'd known her forever! She told me that she had a crush on some guy named Brad Pitt (I don't know who that is), but he didn't know she existed because she thought he was way out of her league.

I told her something I'd never told anyone before: that when I'm around her, my heart beats faster and my palms get sweaty and this feeling starts growing in my chest like an ache for more time with her—a yearning for something more than just friendship or acquaintanceship or whatever it is we are now—and it makes me want to kiss her so badly that it hurts sometimes when she's not around anymore because then all those feelings go away again too soon without anything else left behind except emptiness inside myself where once there used to be something warm instead."

She was the most beautiful girl in the world. Her long, pink hair flowed down her back like a waterfall, and her eyes were like sapphires. She had a smile that could light up a room, and when she laughed it sounded like music to my ears. But she wasn't just gorgeous; she was smart too. She had graduated from college with honors, and now worked as an architect designing buildings for people who needed them.

I met her at a coffee shop on campus when I was getting coffee while studying for my final exams. I had just finished an exam and was looking forward to relaxing with my coffee when I saw her sitting at one of the tables by herself. She looked so sad that I decided to sit down next to her instead of getting my drink first.

"Are you ok?" I asked her gently as I sat down next to her at the table."

She looked up at me with those beautiful eyes of hers and smiled sadly again before replying "No," she said softly, "Not really."

"What's wrong?" I asked genuinely concerned for this gorgeous girl who seemed so sad even though she was literally glowing with beauty."

"Well," she began slowly as if thinking about where to start,"My boyfriend broke

The girl with the pink hair walked into the coffee shop, and my heart stopped.

I knew it was her immediately. I'd been waiting for this moment for months. The first time I saw her, she was wearing a scarf that matched her hair—pink—and it was tied in a bow at the top of her head, like an adorable little crown. She had on a long-sleeved shirt that day too, so you could only see about half of the bow, but I knew right then that she must be special.

And now here she was again—this time without any accessories to distract me from her face or her body—and all I could think about was how beautiful she was. Her face lit up when she saw me behind the counter, and there were butterflies in my stomach as we exchanged pleasantries before ordering our coffees.

I wanted to tell her everything: how much I loved being around her, how much I thought about her when we weren't together, how much I wanted to kiss her and hold her close to me forever… but instead we talked about what kinds of sandwiches we liked best (turkey club) and which movies were good at the theater right now (all of them).

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