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How /dramatic/ their voice was, Salem was always a good storyteller.
βThis man had the audacity to ask me on a date, right as I was preparing for the Mass in a few minutes. Could he not see I was busy /and/ uninterested?
Goodness gracious!β
Such a dramatic gasp given in return, fingers rather finely playing with a few of their own blonde strands. Allowing the hair to glide between their fingertips, adjusting the position easily soon after.
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A slight glance over their shoulder β Oh, Salem could only smile at the sight that met them.
Such scandalous stories being told, yet Giselle being the one to mutter them out made it even better.
βThat reminds me of this man we've had at the church once!β
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