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Kenny had the nicest smiles, even when he wasn't feeling quite so nice. When he was angry, he would grit his teeth and smile real tight, and when he was happy he'd get this foolish, lopsided grin, like he was only half sure.
They had a discussion about it in class, they said that you could tell a real smile from a fake smile by looking at what muscles in the face someone was using but Leopold couldn't remember what they were called or where they were specifically. All he knew was that a real smile made your face crinkle up like a bag of chips, and that's where crow's feet came from, from smiling too much. He hoped he'd have crow's feet when he grew up. His mother didn't have any, but that might be because of her new wrinkle cream that the television promised would take at least ten years off your age. He looked at her sometimes to see if she looked like she did ten years ago when he was
short stupid happy
a kid and she does, she hasn't changed a bit. She still gives him these little disappointed looks and sighs a lot, and then touches her face in the mirror to smooth out the wrinkles on her forehead that she got from frowning too much.
A real smile made your eyes light up like Christmas, too. He'd watched enough home videos
weddings, birthday parties, graduation, Granny coming to visit
to know that. He didn't bring it up in class, because he wasn't so sure if he had the evidence to back it up and Kyle was absolutely vicious when it came to debating. In the end, it was all just his opinion, but Leopold was sure it applied to everyone. Well, everyone except Kenny.
But you could never be too sure with him.