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April 1, 2010
Everybody has different eyes. My dad’s eyes are the color of a black board, as rich as a dark chocolate bar, the peacemaker of the family. And me, my eyes are the color of a summer day in the sun, like a glare over the sky. My mom’s eyes resemble the color she is wearing, either chipper or down. My mother, my mother a jokester, a fighter, a friend. My sister’s eyes are ocean blue, a glare over the ocean. See her eyes and fall in love with them.
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