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There was something about her.
It could be her voice, how sweet and melodic it was in the silent and cold room, or it could be the way she shifted on her feet, making him feel the air around him. Perhaps it was her bubbly personality.
Whatever it was, he couldn't pinpoint it exactly. What he did know was that he liked her anyway, and it wasn't because of her face.
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