<font color=blue> He swallowed heavily at her words, shifting and pushing his toes in the thick carpet, he bent to pick up his jacket, pushing one arm into it and finally turning to face her, standing squarely in her direction, he pressed his lips together and then slid the other arm into his jacket, sliding then into his shoes and reaching for his keys. "I don't know that he hasn't already won, then, Alysia." His voice was cold, something that didn't seem possible for the normally fun-loving, goofy, sensitive Italian man, but he was wounded, and right now, he wanted to go and lick his wounds and die by himself in the forest.</font> -- Kaeten's Apartment

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