[a funny sort of expression crosses Magilou's features-- irritation, laced with. . . something else? something softer? it's hard to say. she's hard to read]
Hey. I'll let you in on a little secret, actually.
[she leans forward, one hand pressed against the side of her mouth]
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Hey. I'll let you in on a little secret, actually.
[she leans forward, one hand pressed against the side of her mouth]
I think he might be stalking me.
[MAGILOU NO]