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 Of all the things that occurred, he was still that complete paragon in pulchritude.

She didn't even blink once as she looked at him.

"Hi." He whispered in that rare English baritone voice of his. A voice she'd die to hear over and over again.

Her eyes fell on the hand he had placed on hers then back to his face. Slowly, she took her hand from his.

"Sorry." He muttered and kept his hands away. "How are you doing?"

"Who are you?" She asked instead and got up to a sitting position.

"Excuse me." His brows furrowed.

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