[damn it. if he was composed before, that slips away almost immediately upon mention of that damnable woman. that awful girl. that incorrigible brat.]
Yeah? And what else did she tell you?
[his words are still curt, still sharp, but now more annoyed than anything else. and perhaps the slightest bit fond, not that he made it easy to spot -- not that he'd ever admit it.]
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Yeah? And what else did she tell you?
[his words are still curt, still sharp, but now more annoyed than anything else. and perhaps the slightest bit fond, not that he made it easy to spot -- not that he'd ever admit it.]