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14 | Presumptuous people
Plinio's POV:
Yesterday, I accidentally went to the library after my classes were over. Then I remembered that Celeste was absent.
I hope she comes to school today. Ms. Anne's class is about to start in twenty minutes. She should be on her way.
Ryder is sitting in front of me. I feel an urge to talk to him, to say something, anything but I don't. It's better for the two of us to not talk to each other.
I sigh, stretching my forelimbs and a yawn escapes my mouth. My eyes land on her contagious smile and the slight crease of her skin at the corners of those bow-shaped cherry lips. I hope I'm not hallucinating like yesterday because, honestly, her eyes look f**king beautiful when she smiles like that. Even the corner of her ey
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