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Smoking became a habit for the silvery haired male. A bad one that was certain, But with time to kill and class over he found himself out in the teachers parking lot smoking his tremors away. This was the first time in nearly a year that he had even shown up for classes, much less paid attention. But as usual he went against his better judgment and came, enduring the whispers about his dead family, and the others about him being a mad man. Oh how he wished to shut them all up. But instead, here he was, smoking, leaned against a black corvette when he heard the sound of shuffling feet. Not bothering to look in the direction he called out "Whose there?" In a distinct Romanian accent. Each word dropped with weariness.

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"Well you aren't scared of me so-" He face lit up when he mentioned milkshakes, "Yes!" She pumped her fist in the air before taking his hand. She would never admit it but touching him made her day. It sounded weird but she'd been deprived of that simple human feeling since she was five.
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            Laughter filled the air before he really looked at her. "I'm still amazed you care Eliza" taking in her flushed appearance he offered a gentler smile, knowing exactly how hard she worked for the grades and life she had. "Well good, because I'm taking you out for milkshakes." Grabbing his keys from the pocket of the leather jacket tied around his hips he offered her a pale tattooed hand "come on."
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            Liz shook her head as she watched him put it out, "I'd rather it not have a reason to try forming." Her eyes shot done to the books and her cheeks flushed pink, "I finished early." The fact that she had great grades and always finished early wasn't something she liked to talk about. Since she really only had one person to hang out with she had a lot of time to study
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