One glance was enough to make me glance again, and secretly stare: dark, dark eyes, their lids beautified by the shadow of their depth, a nose forming an acute angle, the folded fitrum of his upper lip creating the illusion of fullness that a pout was unnecessary for beauty, a chiseled cheek, the chisel making up for the acne scars: proportion.
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