Maxine Caulfield.
She had brown bobbed hair and a cute fringe swept to the side when it bothered her. Freckles dotted her face like constellations in the night sky. Her doe-like eyes were large and kind, and her smile brightened the entire room. Her laugh. Her laugh was the best thing in the world. A small giggle could turn into a full on stream of laughter, tears pouring down her face as she clutched her stomach. Sure, her clothes weren't designer and she was a little old-fashioned in her choice of photography equipment, but that was what made Max Max.
And I loved her.
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