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When he put his warm hand on her shoulder , Mirajane raised her head towards the man. She tried the few tears that had flowed then addressed a tender smile , despite the features of her old mood.
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She didn’t really move. She only pulled her hands off her eyes , but kept her head down.
❝ Maybe , but I was hoping
you’d like it , but it’s just
the opposite , sorry . . ❞
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When she heard his words , she put her hands on his face , to hide his eyes , and began to sob.
❝ T—This . . it wasn't good . .
yet Elfman liked it well ,
him . . I don't understand . . ❞
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❝ All you have to do is drink ❞
To tell the truth , the mixture wasn't good at all , and maybe it didn’t really work , but Elfman always wanted to please his sister.
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She finished quite quickly , then she turned to the man , with a big smile on her lips . The white held in her hand a large glass , of a rather strange green colour . Then she placed it in front of him always smiling.
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