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I wondered though what made him so sad. "1096, you will soon go to a nice place." He told me as he flashed me a smile. However, with an advance intelligence like mine, I could tell that his smile was not real base on the muscle movement around his facial tissue as well as the amount of energy he exerted just to sport that smiling face. Besides, a simpered smile only required six muscles to move; which was relatively less compared to a real smile because a real one would require a minimum of ten muscles to move. In which not only the upper lip and corners of the mouth were lifted, but also a few muscles within the eye corner would have to be moved. However, despite knowing all of that, I dec

A welcome change from the damp, expected mustiness. His smile was one of the things that first captured my heart. It wasn't about technical perfection, though the way his dimples winked and his teeth flashed white certainly didn't detract. It was the way it transformed his entire face, crinkling the corners of his eyes with genuine warmth. It held a silent promise of laughter and shared secrets, a spark of joy that was utterly contagious. Somehow, that crinkled-eyed grin managed to disarm even the most guarded defenses, leaving me feeling instantly at ease.

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" You don't smile a lot so I know real from fake," " But It's real!" I said, perplexed. That was a real one. " Maybe you just don't know my smiles as well as you think," I crossed my arms against my chest as he spoke so fondly of my smiles. " There's the victorious smile, but usually it's always a smirk. The one for Lucas, it's the excitement and most real one, and then, there's Wyatt's smile, the one from the heart, gentle and shy; cheeks burning, butterflies erupting in the belly and pure tenderness and admiration," he explained. Azriel's voice was freaking pure and amazing. Soothing to listen to,

I side smiled. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

I sigh. “Ouuf, but you look more beautiful when you smile.” he argues, my cheeks heating up at the compliment. “And that's according to research,” he adds, ruining the moment with his bullishit but also steading my heart rate. “Your smile can't be compared to the makeup you're wearing, it is more beautiful, have you never heard that?”

I let out a sad laugh. "I can't imagine life without you, Chip." His thumb continued to stroke my cheek. "I can't." "I can't imagine life without you either." "You know what?" He smiled. "Let's not get sad about it. This is something to be happy about actually. Your writing is so amazing that a publisher wants to get your book published. That's something to be happy about, okay?" I laughed, tasting my tears on my tongue, "Yeah." "Yeah, that's the smile." He said cheerily. "That's the smile I fell in love with."

And don't you know that you are the reason that the prince always wakes up every day with a huge smile on his face You are the manifestation of sweet dreams. Hope you know about it and is like a gift and you were born with it. You are alluring. There’s no way an extremely cute girl like you could exist in this world. But here you are! You have the smile of someone who knows the big secret of living beautifully. That is so charming and sincerely speaking, everything would be better if more people were like you! Has Stormie ever said this to you before about his happiness? Just know that you make him happier and you've won his heart.

I promised them with a smile that almost made the three of them gape. I just walked right past them and they didn't do anything. They seem surprised because of the open "I'M NOT INTERESTED AT ALL" that I did to them in the worst way. A smile full of mischief is lingering on my lips. Yes, she gets on my nerves but I just know how to handle people like them. They are easy to manipulate those people who love to bark.

Don’t forget milk on the way home. I smiled despite myself. A second text came through. Ella’s mom says thank you again for helping fix their mailbox. That smile lingered for another second before I shoved the phone back into my locker. It was ridiculous how seeing Ella’s name—even in a text from my mom—could improve my mood. “Look who finally learned to smile.” Sean dropped onto the bench beside me, already dressed for practice. “I smile.” “You used to smirk.” “Same thing.” “No.” He shook his head. “Smirks are annoying. Smiles mean Ella.”