Claire looked at the anniversary painting again. She thought about Paul as a child. She'd seen pictures-his winsome, toothy grin; the way his ears poked out from his giant head when he was six and seven; the way everything started to catch up when puberty hit. He wasn't dashing or flashy, but he was handsome, once she'd talked him into wearing contacts and buying nice suits. And he was funny. And he was charming. And he was so damn smart that she just assumed he knew the answer to everything.
( Karin Slaughter )
[ Pretty Girls ]
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