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Isle Royale. Writings.

He liked her eyes. She didn't have bedroom eyes, exactly. They were more like let's-go-for-coffee eyes. When she smiled--or, for that matter, when she looked around at the furniture--her eyes looked like hot, odoriforous coffee, just after the creamer is poured in, before it has time to settle, while the white swirls around. Some people would have called them "brown," but there were no people nearby who talked like that.

 

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