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i work with this wonderful beautiful girl named Vicky. Vicky doesn't know she is wonderful and beautiful, i guess she doesn't get told often enough. maybe her daddy forgot to tell her that all daughters are princesses. i wish i could tell her and make her believe that she is all the things that she is. Vicky is 16 and 16 is the hardest age ever. i hated being 16 and i still avoid the number when ever possible. Vicky has cool bule eyes like crystals. she has the kind of skin thats tan in the summer and still glows with health in winter. Vicky thinks shes fat, but shes not, and deep down she knows shes not too. Vicky thinks she is ungly, but i think shes one of the prettiest girls i know, espeacially her eyes. Vicky thinks she talks funny, but i think shes just too worried about what other people think about what she is saying. Vicky is smart, funny and brave. she works coworkers all 4-10 years older than her, thats not easy. Vicky is cool, way mature for her age and i forget shes in high school sometimes.

i like vicky and some day she'll like herself just as much.