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Submerged in thoughts a scowl furrowed his brow.

She studied him, wondering where he had gone to.

Wherever it was, he went there occasionally and

he offered no details. She shifted, the rustle

stirred him; with a quick smile the cloud dissipated.

Introspection completed. Where he had been mattered not.




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