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Everto smiled. Not his usual smirk, or a malicous amusement brough about someone else's misfortune, but a true smile. It was something he was unaccustomed to doing, and what resulted was something like a mixture of a smirk, a malicous smile and a true smile.
Looking away again, he asked. "Why didn't you tell her it was me?"
Looking away again, he asked. "Why didn't you tell her it was me?"