If such were the criteria for being normal and acting her age, then Blue was at least halfway there. She was prettier than most, of that there was no question amongst her peers. Had things panned out differently Blue probably could have lived a comfortable life of modeling. It was however a sad beauty, one tinged with bittersweet. The eyes of course gave it away, windows to the soul as the saying goes. And Blue’s were always distant and somewhat distracted, as though focused more within rather than at the world without.

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