James had a kingsmill white bread complexion, he blushed slightly it seemed like someone had spread strawberry jam over his cheeks. His hair was the colour of custard that had been watered down severely like the nasty one they served back in primary school that I begged the lunch ladies not to let near my cake. I didn’t care that the cake may have been dry I didn’t want that shit near my cake.
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