To the left of me is the sketch you drew.
And to the right I see that book I lent you.
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Tamika noticed how this boy, no... man struggled with his body parts. "You're weird..." It escaped her mouth. Momentarily, she forgot what she was so depressed about. It is not because she forgot all about it already, but because she already expected this. Having been heard the rejection, though she knew it was about to come up, still has a dire sting in it.
Seeing that the silver haired man still has not tried to harm her, she wiped her tears with her blanket and got off the bed. And not to mention, she did notice how he looked at her. It's a look of familiarity; like he had known her for long.
Standing up, Tamika walked towards her open door. "Snowy!!" She cried out for her dog. "Did you let a man in my room!?" It's a habit of her to talk to her dog as if it was a human friend. Holding onto the door knob and not hearing four paws jogging into her greeting, she looked back to the man. Her head tilted to the side. "It's quite strange that I'm not panicking..." She mumbled while staring at him, as if she was itching to brainstorm with him. 'It's probably cuz I'm so down that I just don't give a damn...'
(( Please kindly read my announcement, guys. ))
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Through the fall, come hell and all;
We'll row the boat and leave it on the other shore.