Your hair was much curlier, but she had things about the way she looked that made her different, like you. Your curly hair is what made you look different.
She was dancing and bouncing and looking at her friend the way I imagine you looked at boys back then; the way I hope you looked at me on occasion.
She was imitating her friends dance moves, mirroring them.
You NEVER imitated me.
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