Well, at least any and all cheerful glittering has sputtered out in a most timely fashion.
"How am I supposed to know?" she whispers back harshly, turning to face him and blinking - swallowing, eyes crossing for a moment- as her nose nearly brushes his.
Oh, he's - he's not usually that close to her height.
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"How am I supposed to know?" she whispers back harshly, turning to face him and blinking - swallowing, eyes crossing for a moment- as her nose nearly brushes his.
Oh, he's - he's not usually that close to her height.