In Our Lives
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enjolras and eponine had never noticed each other before that one night in the abc café. he sees her standing on a table, yelling of revolution, all while staring at marius pontmercy with the most lovestruck gaze in her eyes. suddenly, he feels as though he's capable of much more than he thought. and she notices him, too, as the co-leader of the french revolution.
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