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2. LoveHatter's stomach fell out of its customary position. Or at least that's what it felt like.2. Love by CordeliaNoir
Weaver was smiling. At him. And it felt wonderful.
What the hell was wrong with him?
"So what happened?" She queried leaning forward over the spotlessly white lab table. Her green eyes sparkled when the light hit them like that. His stomach did an unprecedented flip before moving even farther from where it was supposed to be.
But her question brought up an entirely new problem; what in Isa's name had he been saying? Some mildly amusing anecdote of his adventures in Borderland certainly, but that didn't help him much.
"Er nothing. I went home." He improvised, assuming that that was a plausible ending to whatever story he had been recounting.
Weaver laughed. Her head tilted back and her chestnut curls bounced in the suns' light which was streaming through the open window to her left. While breathtakingly beautiful, it was doing nothing to resolve his unusual stomach issue.
He briefly w
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