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... ither mocking nor approving. Just… deliberate, probing.
"Yes," she said, regaining her composure, "in ways that are… difficult to ignore."
They walked on, the sound of their footsteps mingling with the whisper of the night breeze. He did not respond immediately, allowing the silence to stretch, giving weight to her words. When he spoke again, it was softer, quieter.
"And you think observing me… changes anything?"
Her eyes flicked to him, sharp and cautious, though ...
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