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Just another moment to store away where he would never know he existed. For once she felt fear of an expression of anger. Between a safe choice of a distance, she found herself led to a direct scrutiny. For once a glance held longer did not mean drowning into an unexpressed longing. She expected an expression of anger instead it was a controlled self that she saw in eyes she loved to notice. Or rather it was an inscrutable expression that she could hardly manage to read. For once chicken felt sour, every moment of bated breath expecting to be shown an open expression of anger. Perhaps he sensed the fear. A kind man by nature, he learnt to perhaps let go of a mish mash head that was beyond correction. The eyes that had always held kindness in them for her now sized her up with a stern severity and she knew she better learn to recoil from where she dared step out.