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Mr. Perfect
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Other His dark brown hair stood up naturally on its own. It wasn't exactly long, but it wasn't short. His eyes were a dark, brilliant blue that seemed to sparkle when he smiled. He was lean, but also had some muscle to him. People respected him, and he had many friends. No one could categorize him by stereotype. He wasn't goth, punk, emo, preppy, or gangster. He dressed in whatever was comfortable, and he didn't care what people thought of him. He loved me for who I was, and never judged me. He was the quiet type, but when he spoke, everyone listened. He treated me like I was the only one in his life. He's the guy of my dreams. And he would only exist in them.
