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Tiffany beamed happily that I thought the sun shone at me for a second.
Her shoulders heaved from her chest but they slumped back when she noticed I didn’t smile nor appreciate the joke. “No, I’m just kidding,” she took it back, walked to me, and held my wrist.
It’s not my intention to break her smile, I just can’t, I got the nickname smiling idiot for a reason but I can’t curl up the edge of my lips and my eyes for her, not when I remember the legends about how the legendary wolf annihilates his own pack. Anyway, I'm still in doubt about the stories passed through the lips of people, I don’t believe in that, but I guess your own interpretation of things changes once you met the real thing a
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