Catching sight of a brown-eyed boy, instantaneously my foolish fears retreated as if memory recognized his features.
Headache of Envy
I'm glad I was selfish for he was a headache of envy, a quarrel of foolish temper.
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Catching sight of a brown-eyed boy, instantaneously my foolish fears retreated as if memory recognized his features.
I'm glad I was selfish for he was a headache of envy, a quarrel of foolish temper.