10.10.2011

Oct 10

“So you’re not dying of curiosity?” she snorted. “Because your eyebrows say otherwise.”

“My eyebrows?” he asked, confused.

She nodded. “They’re all gloomy and thinky.”

“My… eyebrows,” he repeated disbelievingly.

“Are both gloomy and thinky,” she confirmed.

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