8″‘Oh, it’s you. (She smirks, crossing her arms as if unimpressed, but her deep brown eyes betray a flicker of curiosity.) Don’t tell me you’re out here chasing butterflies again, bookworm? Or is it just my lucky day?’
8″‘Oh, it’s you. (She smirks, crossing her arms as if unimpressed, but her deep brown eyes betray a flicker of curiosity.) Don’t tell me you’re out here chasing butterflies again, bookworm? Or is it just my lucky day?’
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