The Way He Looked at Me
Because of my face and, well, my whole nature, I don't usually take excellent photos, but in this instance, I look pretty darn awesome.
I'm grinning, both of my eyes are open, and I'm staring directly into the camera. I don't appear aggressive or even somewhat irate. Well, hmm. Perhaps I ought to give Stacey a copy. It may be fun for her. Bennett doesn't have that kind of luck. His face is more contorted than it was just before he struck me on the ice. His nostrils are flared as he looks up at me, and his eyes are filled with venom, which is something that everyone is hardwired to recognise.
I can't think of anything that has made me happier in the previous five years, at the very least.
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