Then dare I ask what happened to my autograph? Because from what I hear, it somehow found its way into the trash.
[ She takes a risk by glancing back at him slightly to give him a hard, cold glare - the risk being that she will believe anything he says if she focuses too much on those gorgeous eyes of his.
But she can handle it! Her heart is made of stone! There's nothing he could say to make up for that insult! ]
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[ She takes a risk by glancing back at him slightly to give him a hard, cold glare - the risk being that she will believe anything he says if she focuses too much on those gorgeous eyes of his.
But she can handle it! Her heart is made of stone! There's nothing he could say to make up for that insult! ]