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               a shit-eating grin graces his lips, gaze following her
                hand as she downs another shot.

               “ people ? what people - did you get yourself actual
                friends ? “ his grin widens, the joke slipping easily
                off his tongue. “ seriously, though, i could definitely
                be a tailor – besides, what i got from that is that i
                am your friend. you consider me as a friend, that’s
                so sweet. i’m writing it down. ”

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          attempts at suppressing that wry grin don’t prove fruitful, a twisted
          form of it fighting onto fluffy, cherry brims. “ fuck you, stark. “ jessica
          replies in a laugh, refilling her tiny glass. “ & you’re more like a filthy
          rich associate, by the way “ thin dark brows arch with her words,
          conveying sarcasm that’s nothing more than paper thin.

          jones doesn’t make friends easily, so if he actually considers
          her one? that’d be a silver lining she’ll never admit to.

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