A bit short.
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Gokudera knows that every look and every movement matters; a smile that screams audacity and daring and not a single care or concern. A flickering glance and almost-there touch like a hummingbird flitting from flower to incandescent flower.
He faces this glowing, nameless woman and leans in close to whisper in her ear as if she is exclusive, special. As if they are the only beings in the world tonight.
She follows him into his room, and he kills her with a bullet to the side of her head.
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