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That’s how Leo found her.
Leo was a photographer for a small indie magazine called True Form . He’d been tasked with a series on “unfiltered beauty,” but his editor meant skinny girls with freckles and messy buns. Leo had other ideas. He’d been watching Roxy for weeks—the way she laughed with the mailman, the way her floral-print dress danced around her ankles, the way she didn’t shrink.
She touched the tattoo behind her ear. “My grandma said clover grows best in imperfect soil. She said the plants that push through cracks are the luckiest of all.”
She laughed, that big, booming laugh that shook the fire escape. “Leo, I take up space in all the ways.”
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