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It was the blush of roses, that peek of champagne pink. The colour infused cheeks dimpled with the blossoming smile and her eyes shone in a way that only deep happiness can bring.

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The laughter wasn't the sound of friends, but of emotional hyenas. Their voices come to me without end, playing like a track, looping back to the start with seamless ease. I close my eyes only to see theirs, full of judgement, full of delight, no trace of caring. How my cheeks had burned hot, how the sight had egged them on - my embarrassment, their tonic.

By hunter, July 3, 2016*.
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She could feel the heat growing in her cheeks. By now they must be beyond an attractive rosiness. They must be marking her out as a social incompetent. She felt as if all her insecurities were writ large across her face and there was nowhere to hide. As her anxieties mounted they became a circle, like a song stuck on repeat.

By lucylang, October 22, 2014.
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"Why, no, of course you didn't, Aunt Polly!" she hurried on, with a hot blush.

By chrissie, January 19, 2013.

Found in Pollyanna, authored by Eleanor H. Porter.

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Rory suppressed a smile. He could tell from her blush that she really liked him. Her usual even brown had a rosiness to it, it was cute.

By lucylang, October 22, 2014.