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... d nothing. Not a single expression. Those green eyes held the emotional depth of a glass window. Beautiful, sure. But hollow. Unreadable.
"What’s the meaning of this?"
She didn’t respond immediately. Her gaze swept across my features. Slowly. Deliberately. Scanning every inch as though reading fine print.
Then she spoke. "Why did you lose on purpose?"
’Straight to the throat, huh.’
"What do you mean?" I tilted my head with practiced ignorance. "I just lost ...
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