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Osiris still refused to look at her. Isabella stared at him like she was trying to set him on fire with pure rage. Glimora continued her very disrespectful loud munching, completely unaware of the emotional battlefield forming above her fluffy head.
Isabella inhaled sharply. "So. Who is ugly."
Osiris shifted.
Not toward her. No. That would make sense. Instead he shifted one inch to the left, as if that microscopic movement would distract her. It did not.
"I ...
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