"Be frank, were you sincere?"
He hadn't seen Paul got pretty serious like that in a long while. His eyes were etched in the socket of curiosity and were utterly piercing. His voice was glazed with tactic tone and torn texture. It's been a while he'd seen him thus. He was so alarmed. Quaking situations take into brutal account the spikes and spines of felon feelings. His interest was neither severed nor smothered. He only needed to be sure of what to say. The rhythm such sentence had supplanted in his consciousness was not outta the world. Not prettily new or eeriely stanced. Even if they belonged to those peers, would he give a damn? Paul surely had something to that.
He wasn't really afraid of what to say, neither was he skeptical. Of course he knew what to say and when to. His words wouldn't be far-fetched. He wasn't actually questionin
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