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... ?" Isabella asked, arms crossed, one brow raised so high it nearly reached her hairline. She tilted her head slightly, sizing Valen up like he was some strange creature she’d never seen before—and might poke with a stick if given the chance.
Valen, standing awkwardly in the doorway with Opehlia practically glowing beside him like a proud sunflower, scratched the back of his head. His fingers got momentarily tangled in his messy hair, but he played it cool—sort of. "Uh... depends. Am I ge ...
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