We first make our habits then our habits make us.
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Ethan looked down at the girl holding his hand. She was in her own little world singing underneath her breath as she swung their hands.
Drew had traded her copious amounts of pink mascara for bright red lipstick.
He smiled to himself he missed having company.
Drew swung their conjoined hands mindlessly. She liked Ethan, he was way nicer that her father on his best days.
She silently wondered if Ethan knew the only reason that she was holding his hand was because Ethan had little to no depth perception.
Drew had long outgrew cravings for touch. Her father had made sure of that.
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