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                          I once met a girl in high school who reminded me of a microscope.

                        Though it wasn't her most prominent trait, it really stood out to me from time and time again, every time I would talk to her.

                        The way she could just look at you and somehow know how you're feeling. Those keen observation skills and those brown, peering-into-your-soul type of eyes.

                        How the heck did she do it?

                        Now that I think about it, she was exactly like a microscope. Focusing on the small details, really examining every component of what was in front of her. If not getting it the first time, adjusting and readjusting to figure it out in the end.

                       Wild. She didn't even like science.

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