::::::::::Weak Among The Strong::::::::::The bell that dangled from above the bakery door jingled as the she-wolf sauntered inside, the grin on her face sharp enough to cut through the season's cold that Wayne hated so much.“I love how weak-looking you are,” she said, sneering as she propped one of her elbows on the counter like the place was hers.She said that everytime like it was one of her favourite jokes, and Wayne was convinced that the young she-wolf standing in front of him was a rapist, even though that was normally unusual.He stared ahead without flinching, or even looking up at her. He pretended to be tapping shut the pastry and adjusting it in the display box, making it look convincing enough that he hadn't heard how her voice dripped like oil through the air.“You won't even look at my face?,” she asked, propping herself higher against the counter. Wayne said firmly. “I'd rather just focus on my job.”She was older, and Wayne didn't care to know by which number exact
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