L'appétit vient en mangeant.;
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❝ her gaze jerked up, off her own feet, to take in fashionably ratty ๔єςк shoes, some fоѓэіБи kind. above that were јэаиѕ, body hugging, old enough to look soft over ʜᴀʀᴅ мυѕ¢ℓєѕ. ʍoɹɹɐu hips. nice chest.face to drive a ѕ¢υℓρтσя crazy: ѕєηѕυσυѕ mouth, high cheekbones. dark sunglasses. slightly ŧøᵾsłɇđ brown hair.. ❞

ѕємι-нιαтυѕ — please read.
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  • [text; Stefan]: Like unusual, moody.
  • [text; Stefan]: I promise I won't, this just seemed important. Of course not, I should've known that when you said you were with Damon. Or at least that's what I figure when he's being moody.
  • [text; Stefan]: I get it. Rejection is painful, but do you lash out and snap someone's neck? /No/.
  • [text; Elena]: Maybe she's got a period?
  • [text; Elena]: Why did you ask anyway? I can try to call her or something.
  • [text; Elena]: I'm not going to excuse him, there's no excuse for what he did. But it's Damon, guess we both should care less about his moods.

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