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September 23, 2013
Anjeal had been charming all her life, and she knew it. Given the need, she could wield her looks like a katana sharpened by blood. At other times, she'd go on the defensive, wearing her beauty and innocence as armor. Most of the time, though, she pushed away the fact from her mind, and pretended hard not to know the effect she had on people, both men and women.

I watched her from afar, silently admiring her smile. Another flock of boys, and even girls, swarmed her; she treated them civilly, but I knew they would never reach her heart.