"What's up, man?" Claire mouthed, a smirk running across her lips. I stood there abashed, for she meant otherwise. Her bubblegum changed into a balloon, and seconds later it burst, too, just like my pride had minutes ago.
Her shiny emerald eyes seemed like a silver mirror, with rectilinear rays transcending their way out of them.
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