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  1. There’s a girl who wears her heart on her sleeve. It bares no initials, just lays patiently exposed and waiting for love to make it dance. Hers is the kind of arm that never raises fists in anger, but reaches out with a vivid pulse of affection, whose only hope is to be received.
  2. There’s a girl who wears her heart on her sleeve. It bares no initials, just lays patiently exposed and waiting for love to make it dance. Hers is the kind of arm that never raises fists in anger, but reaches out with a vivid pulse of affection, whose only hope is to be received.

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