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They're your typical non-descript Caucasian catwalk models. High fashion and edgy, they hail from places like Norway and Russia. They're 5'10" and above - they hardly speak any English and they were probably scouted on the street or in a mall when they were like 14. They're alien and weird looking and fabulous. All at once they look like death and a painter's palette, and a crazy dream (nightmare?) that you can't wake up from. And I don't wanna! I can't help but stare when I see them on the streets - if nothing else, their cheekbones alone call my name.
Seriously though, do you really see a huge difference between this:
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Sigh. I love them.
'prece
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