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... middle row of the classroom. A girl held in a frame of utter stillness. Her posture was neat, disciplined, with both forearms crossing on the desk. Hair the color of fresh frost was braided into a complex, elegant rope along one side, forcing the eyes to stare at the faintly luminous spiral mark that graced her skin from temple to neck.
Once his eyes met her rose quartz, he noticed that she felt nothing for mocking him blatantly.
Like she didn’t know that her question was stabbi ...
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