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| She just sat there; legs slung gracefully over the armrest, and watched as Alex stormed through the room, his face contorted, before returning mere seconds later. By the time this had happened four times she was definitely curious. He was known to be a trouble-maker, but this was bad, even for him.
�What�s up with you?� she asked quietly. He glared, pain etched on his face as her hand gently touched his face. �Toothache,� he murmured, sighing as agile fingers brushed through his hair, down his neck. �Poor thing,� she mocked. He simply smiled. His plan had worked; she cared. |
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