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I knew it was dark and he wouldn’t know all the effort I put into making my hair look nice but I kept combing anyway. I always went out of my way to look beautiful for him and he made it a duty to spoil me with compliments. Once, he called me his sun and even though I pretended it was nothing, I relished it. For many nights later, I replayed it in my head.