Paisley Harlow

remembering sunday

It was a Sunday when I met her. She stood at the front of the line at the shitty ice cream parlor I worked at. Her pink hair stood out amongst the natural hair colors and her skin was as white as the walls of the building. She ordered a double scoop of mint chocolate chip ice cream, my favorite. "I'm Paisley." she said softly as I rung her up. "Korin..." I replied and her smile blew me away.
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