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The way his dimples show when he giggles. The way he throws his head back and his curls dance. The way he wipes flour across his cheek as he sweeps the hair out of vision. The way his large, gentle hands kneed the dough. I want to hear his voice. I can only imagine it sounds like the Gods in heaven. I want to hear his giggles. I can only imagine it sounds like the cutest thing on heaven and earth. I want him to say my name. I can only imagine the blushing of my cheeks and the butterflies I'll get in my stomach. But I'll never enter, I stare through the Bakery store window. Biting my lip and trying to gain the confidence to enter. I've watched him for months, I have a crush on him except, I'm fat and ugly and he's handsome and perfect. Dedicated to the amazing, beautiful and best friend ever... @midmemories94
Thick thighs greasy fries.
