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“Let me see.” Summer hitched herself up on one elbow to look at him. “We’ll set the issues of my build wholly aside for the moment. My mouth is too wide, my eyes too narrow, when I laugh I look like a horse, my forehead is too broad, and oh yes, I have no chest to speak of.”
“Does it matter of your looks? You’re terribly nice, but you think too little of yourself..” He said, leaning back on his hands that propped him up.
“Ah, but we were talking about pretty. That’s about looks. Nice is … nice is what you tell a girl when you don’t want to hurt her feelings. It’s an escape.”