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... e twisted—not in fear, but in offense—as if my presence alone left a bitter taste in his mouth.
His lips curled, nostrils flared, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of genuine frustration behind his eyes, the kind that creeps in when things stop going according to plan, but it passed, almost too quickly, and its sour look melted away, replaced by something slower... smoother... more practiced.
A grin began to form—thin at first, then spreading like oil on water until it ...
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