Grin- sycamore

There was something different about this one. He had dull brown hair and an average face, but the most amazingly vivid blue eyes. Gina had caught him glancing her way more than once, and smiled back each time, unable to look away. Beautiful.

Gina was a collector. Her basement was filled with her treasures, jars of gorgeous locks of hair and pearly teeth, skins and bones. She carefully chose and preserved each of them, selecting only the best of quality. His eyes would definitely make her bedroom shelf.

Gina stood from her seat and walked to her latest harvest, grinning. 

The End

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