In that moment, I wondered when the last time was that I'd made eye contact with someone for this long.
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In that moment, I wondered when the last time was that I'd made eye contact with someone for this long.
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We looked at each other in the warm library light. His eyes were brown and guileless.
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You know what I mean. It's the eyes, I think. You look like you've got a million things going through your mind, but you're not saying them.
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I looked back at her face. Hers was the kind of liquid loveliness that held a secret: you look at it again and again, trying to catch it.
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His eyes registered curiosity before melting into that easy going expression. The one he wore like armor.
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He liked saying names, I noticed. First of last of both at once. Maybe in real life it was meant to be friendly, but names were dangerous in a fairy tale
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And it made me wonder if we weren't a little bit alike. Behaving the way we had to to get by, while hiding a core that was a mystery even to ourselves.
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Is that all there is? The thought come to me on a scrap of song. The thing between us, the weird growing thing that looked like nothing head-on but sometimes glowed in the corners of my vision, like a secret. Was it just a crush, something as stupid as that? Would we get coffee now? Would he try to hold my hand?
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She believed me, because we didn't lie to each other. Except when we did.
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I had...something with him. I'd never quite decided what that might be, but there was this skin of meaning that had attached itself to him. Maybe it was [...] the way our paths kept crossing like we were skaters spinning in a figure eight. Or maybe it was wanting to see that light in his eyes again, a possibility that made my skin flutter with heat rash.
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¿Qué criaturas mágicas podemos encontrar en Gringotts, el banco de magos?