"ava?"
"hmm."
"you're beautiful."
"no, i'm not. i'm ugly. i look like a dead dust bunny that fused with a hairball."
"that's...descriptive."
"mhmm. if anything, you're the one that's good looking in our odd little pairing."
"no, i'm not."
"yes, you are."
"no, i'm not."
"yes, you are. i don't understand why you just can't see it, how beautiful you are, hav."
"i don't understand how you can't see it, either, ava."
"that's because it's dark in here. the lights are hardly ever on."
"ha, ha."
"..."
"ava?"
"hmm?"
"i still think you're beautiful."
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Short Storyare you a friend or a foe? ava has ever only known the inside of the confines of her hospital room, and she's never questioned that. curiosity only begins to stir within her when her sixteenth birthday rolls about and she starts to notice some thin...
