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"Okay. If you say so, then we're good?"
I nodded. "Yeah. We're good."
He nodded back at me. "Alright. That's good to hear," he said with a genuine smile on his lips, which I found to be so beautiful and endearing, which also caused a noise inside my head—a kind of noise that was giving me a warning about what I feel about Icarus's smile. But I ignored that warning. I mean, there's nothing wrong with admitting that someone has a beautiful smile, does there?
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