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Blue Moon – The Immortals 02 Page 1 of Blue Moon The Immortals - Book 2 By Alyson Noel Every man has his own desti. Blue Moon – The Immortals 02Page 1 of Blue Moon The Immortals - Book 2 By Alyson Noel Every man has his own desti. Just as Ever is learning everything she can about her new abilities as an immortal, initiated into the dark, seductive world by her beloved Damen, something.
Moon-Burn Lone March 3. You wouldn't believe some of the stories Riley used to—" I stop, eyes wide, mouth open, knowing I can never finish that sentence. But she just peers at me, hand on one hip, heavily made-up eyes squinting from under the Earning red stripe in her bangs. And ever since the accident, when I realized I'd never be normal again, well, it made me prize it that much more. Arina Sporova. Finding books pdf www. I swallow hard.
Summerland is not just a sacred place—it's our secret place. One of the many secrets I've promised to keep. Roman looks at me, brows raised. But I made it up, it only exists in my head. Blue Moon — The Immortals 02 Page 33 of But with Roman still glancing between us, his eyes all squinty and questioning, I know I can't leave it like that. So I look at him and say, "Darnell's not so big on following the rules.
He prefers to make his own. And when Roman nods and turns toward his canvas, and Damen sends me a telepathic bouquet of red tulips, I know that it worked—our secret is safe and all is okay. So I dip my brush in some paint and get back to work. Eager for the bell to ring so we can head back to my house, and let the real lesson begin. After class, we pack up our stuff and head for the parking lot.
And despite my bid to be nice to the new guy, I can't help but smile when I see he's parked clear on the other side. I unlock my car and toss my bag on the floor, starting to slide onto my seat as I say to Damen, "Miles has rehearsal and I'm heading straight home. Want to follow? And when Damen shakes his head and looks at me, for a split second all the color drains right away. But then it's over as soon as I blink. Thinking a sip of immortal juice might make him feel better since he requires so much more than I.
And even though we're not exactly sure why, Damen figures that six centuries of chugging it have resulted in some kind of Blue Moon — The Immortals 02 Page 34 of dependency, requiring him to consume more and more with each passing year.
Which probably means I'll eventually require more too. And even though it seems like a long way off, I just hope he shows me how to make it by then so I won't have to bug him for refills all the time.
But before I can get to it, he retrieves his own bottle and takes a long hearty swig, pulling me to him and pressing his lips to my cheek when he says, "I'm okay. Race you home? Insanely fast. I mean, just because we both have advanced psychic radar, which comes in handy for zoning in on cops, opposing traffic, pedestrians, stray animals, and anything else that might get in our way, that doesn't mean we should abuse it.
But Damen thinks otherwise. Which is why he's already waiting on my front porch before I can even pull in and park. I'd happily spend the rest of eternity wrapped in his arms. Just knowing we have an infinite number of days to spend side by side provides more happiness than I can bear.
Though I didn't always feel that way. I was pretty upset when I first learned the truth. So upset that I spent some time away from him until I could get it all straight in my head.
I mean, it's not every day you hear someone say: Oh, by the way, I'm an immortal, and I made you one too. And while I was pretty reluctant to believe him at first, after he walked me through it, reminding me of how I died in the accident, how I looked right into his eyes the moment he returned me to life, and how I recognized those eyes the first time I met him at Blue Moon — The Immortals 02 Page 35 of school—well, there was no denying it was true.
Though that doesn't mean I was willing to accept it. It was bad enough dealing with the barrage of psychic abilities brought on by my NDE near death experience—they insist on calling it near, even though I really did die , and how I started hearing other people's thoughts, getting their life stories by touch, talking to the dead, and more.
Not to mention that being immortal, as cool as it may sound, also means I'll never get to cross the bridge. I'll never make it to the other side to see my family again. And when you think about it, that's a pretty big trade. I pull away, my lips reluctantly leaving his as I gaze into his eyes—the same eyes I've gazed into for four hundred years. Only Damen, who's stayed the same for the last six hundred years—neither dying nor reincarnating—holds the key.
I take a deep breath, knowing how committed he is to staying in the present, but determined to know more of my history— our history. And what exactly do you remember from that time? Which is why I'm hoping you'll fill me in. You don't have to tell me everything—I mean, I know how you hate looking back. I'm just really curious about how it all started—how we first met. Where did we live? What did I look like? How did we meet? Was it love at first sight? I immediately picture elaborate gowns, stolen kisses on the Pont Neuf, gossiping with Marie Antoinette They were very wealthy.
They had many. This is not what I expected. Extraordinarily beautiful. You looked a lot like you do now. And so, left penniless, with no one to support you, you were employed by my friends. I mean, what's the point of reincarnating if you're forced to relive the same kind of painful moments all over again? I fell completely and irreversibly in love with you.
The very moment I saw you I knew that my life would never be the same. My blond hair is hidden under a cap, my blue eyes are shy and afraid to make contact, and with clothes so drab and fingers so calloused, my beauty is wasted, easily missed. But Damen sees it. The moment I enter the room his eyes find mine. Looking past my scruffy exterior to the soul that refuses to hide.
And he's so dark, so striking, so refined, so handsome—I turn away. Knowing the buttons on his coat alone are worth more than I'll make in a year.
Knowing without looking twice that he's out of my league. We have gone our separate ways. The reason I had to tread cautiously is because fraternizing outside of one's class was severely frowned upon back then. And because you were so innocent, so vulnerable in so many ways, I didn't want to cause you any trouble, especially if you didn't feel the same way.
And then. And then we met in secret— stolen kisses just outside the servant's entrance, a passionate embrace in a dark alleyway or inside his carriage. Watching, planning, determined to win me back—no matter the cost. I wanted to give you anything and everything your heart desired. I wanted to treat you like the princess you were born to be.
And when I finally convinced you to come away with me, I'd never felt so happy and alive. We were to meet at midnight—" "But I never showed," I say, seeing him pacing, worried, distressed, convinced I'd changed my mind. It seemed like an accident, a horrible, unfortunate accident. And I guess I was too numb with grief to suspect anything else—" "How old was I?
He pulls me closer, his fingers tracing the planes of my face when he says, "You were sixteen, and your name was Evaline. And I was just about to head off to Tunisia when you resurfaced as a beautiful, wealthy, and rather spoiled I might say—landowner's daughter in London. A rich, spoiled, conniving flirt— her life a series of parties and shopping trips— whose sights are set firmly on someone else— until she meets Damen I mean, I'm with him, and he's with me, and that's the way it's meant to eternally be.
And while all those prior lives may be interesting, their only real purpose was to get us to this one. And now that Drina is gone, there's nothing that can stand in our way, nothing that can keep us from moving forward—except me. And even though I want to know everything that happened before, for now it can wait.
It's time for me to move past my Blue Moon — The Immortals 02 Page 40 of petty jealousies and insecurities, to stop finding excuses and finally commit to taking that big leap forward after all of these years.
But just as I'm about to tell him, he moves away so abruptly, it's a moment before I can get to his side. And when he turns to me, there's no recognition. His gaze goes right through me. But just as soon as I perceive it, it's already passed. Replaced with the loving warmth I've grown used to, as he rubs his eyes and shakes his head, looking at me when he says, "I haven't felt like this since before—" He stops and stares into space, "Well, maybe never.
The first time I visited that wonderful place, that magical dimension between the dimensions—I was dead. And I was so entranced by its beauty I was reluctant to leave. The second time I visited was with Damen.
And after he showed me all of its glorious possibilities, I've longed to return. But as Summerland can only be accessed by the spiritually advanced or those already dead , I can't get there alone.
Just give me another second," he mumbles, clenching his jaw, determined to get there. In fact, I let the seconds turn into minutes, and still nothing. And when he closes his eyes and tries again, he gets the exact same results as before. You don't know how," he says, his voice containing an edge I try not to take personally, knowing it's due more to his frustration with himself than with me.
It took me years to learn how to get there. You can't just skip to the end of the book without reading the middle. He looks at me, his face a series of hard edges and angles, but only for a moment before he sighs and moves toward me, taking my hand as he says, "You want to try? He looks me over, clearly doubting it'll work, but wanting to please me more than anything else.
It cuts off the chi. Blue Moon — The Immortals 02 Page 43 of "I want you to close your eyes and imagine a shimmering veil of soft golden light hovering before you," he says, entwining his fingers with mine. So I do, picturing an exact replica of the one that got me there before, the one Damen placed in my path to save me from Drina. And it's so beautiful, so brilliant, and so luminous, my heart swells with joy as I raise my hand toward it, eager to immerse it in that radiant shower of glistening light, longing to return to that mystical place.
And just as my fingers make contact and are about to submerge, it shrinks from my sight and I'm back in my room. I was so close! Did you see it? And even though his gaze is tender, his smile is forced. What if we do it together this time? You're a great teacher, you're just having an off day, that's all.
So I switch tactics, placing the blame back on me when I say, "It's my fault. I'm a bad student. I'm lazy, sloppy, and spend most of my time trying to distract you from my lessons so we can make out. And I'm about to get very serious. So just give me another chance, you'll see. And just as it starts to take shape, Sabine walks through the front door and starts up the stairs, catching us so off guard, we scramble to opposite sides of the room.
The amped-up energy of her office still clinging to her as she shakes his hand and focuses on the bottle balanced on his knee.
I peek at Damen, panic rising in my throat, wondering how he'll explain. But he just laughs it off when he says, "Guilty! Most people don't have the taste for it, but for whatever reason, Ever seems to like it. But Sabine just continues to gaze at him, completely unmoved. But when I see the chai latte stain on her blouse, my annoyance turns to outrage. She gazes down at her blouse, her fingers rubbing against it as she pauses to think, then she shakes her head and shrugs when she says, "I bumped into someone.
Blue Moon — The Immortals 02 Page 45 of I swallow hard, telepathically urging Damen to just nod and smile and answer in the affirmative even though he has no idea what she's talking about, since I failed to mention it before. Even choosing to take it a step further by adding, "Wouldn't miss it. Believe me, we've been through this before. And though I may have come close once or twice, I don't remember ever failing inspection. And yet still, I managed to sneak by. Your home, your parents, how you became this way He always shuts down, refuses to share, which only makes me even more curious.
Blue Moon — The Immortals 02 Page 46 of "None of that matters," he says, releasing my hand and fiddling with his mirrors, anything to avoid looking at me. But when I look at him again, I know better than to press. Besides, maybe it's time I extend a little trust too. He looks at me, his hand on the clutch, ready to shift into reverse. Knowing I am. We've been waiting for this moment for hundreds of years, so why delay any longer? He smiles, his face lighting up for the first time all day.
And I'm so relieved to see him looking normal again after that strange behavior from before—his remoteness at school, his inability to make the portal appear, his not feeling well—all of it so unlike the Damen I know. He's always so strong, sexy, beautiful, and invincible—immune to weak moments and bad days. And seeing him vulnerable like that has left me far more shaken than I care to admit. Because the moment he opens my door and helps me out of my car, I notice how healthy he looks, how devastatingly handsome he is, and when I look in his eyes, it's clear that all of yesterday's weirdness is over.
We are more in love than ever. All through English he can barely keep his hands off of me. Constantly leaning toward my desk and whispering into my ear, much to Mr. Robins's annoyance, and Stacia and Honor's disgust. And now that we're at lunch, he hasn't let up a bit, stroking my cheek and gazing into my eyes, pausing only to take the occasional sip of his drink before picking up right where he left off, murmuring sweet nothings into my ear.
Usually when he acts like that, it's partly out of love, and partly to tone down all of the noise and energy—all of the random sights, sounds, and colors that constantly bombard me. Ever since I broke the psychic shield I'd made a few months back, a shield that shut everything out and made me as clueless as I was before I died and came back psychic, I've yet to find a way to replace it that will allow me to channel the energies I want while blocking the energies I don't want.
And since Damen's never struggled with this, he's not sure how to teach me. But now that he's back in my life, it no longer seems all that urgent, because the mere sound of his voice can silence the world, while the touch of his skin makes my whole body tingle.
And when I look in his eyes, well, let's just say that I'm instantly overcome by this warm, wonderful, magnetic pull —like it's just him and I and everything else has ceased to exist. Damen's like my perfect psychic shield. My ultimate other half. And even when we can't be together, the telepathic thoughts and images he sends provide that same calming effect. But today, all of those sweet murmurings aren't just to shield me—they're mostly about our upcoming plans.
I thought you've been around for six hundred? Knowing the loneliness he refers to does not necessarily mean he was alone. In fact, quite the contrary.
But still, I don't call him on it. In fact, I don't say a word. I'm committed to moving past all of that, getting over my insecurities and moving forward. Just like I promised I would. I refuse to think about how he spent those first two hundred years without me. Or how he spent the next four hundred getting over the fact that he'd lost me. Nor will I even begin to consider the six-hundred-year head start he has on studying and practicing the—um—sensual arts.
And I will absolutely, positively, not dwell on all of the beautiful, worldly, experienced women he knew over the span of those years. Not me.
Good point. She used to be so good about taking me at my word, but ever since I was caught drinking, got suspended, and basically stopped eating, she's been prone to following through.
I smile and lean in to kiss him, eager to erase any lingering doubts mine more than his , just as Miles tosses his bag on the table and says, "Oh, Haven, look!
They're back. The lovebirds have returned! Anyone seen him? Blue Moon — The Immortals 02 Page 50 of And he was in history, I think, remembering how I ignored him all through class, despite his numerous attempts to get my attention, and how after the bell rang, I hung back, pretending to look for something in my bag.
Preferring the weight of Mr. Munoz's penetrating stare and his conflicted thoughts about me my good grades versus my undeniable weirdness to dealing with Roman. Haven shrugs and opens her cupcake box, sighing when she says, "Well, it was nice while it lasted. We've seen it a million times before.
Every new kid with the slightest potential for cool has ended up at that table at some point. Only the truly cool never last long— because the truly cool end up here. Remember how he got sucked over to the other side for a while? But eventually he came to his senses and found his way back, just like Roman will. Because even though I know Damen was never sincere about his brief flirtation with Stacia, that he only did it to get to me, to see if I cared, the images of the two of them standing so close together are forever burned into my brain.
So, we can only have faith that Roman will too. But when I look at her and see the way her aura wavers and has a deceitful shade of green, I can tell it's not true. She's smitten and that's all there is to it. And if Roman becomes smitten too, then it's adios Josh, hello creepy new guy. I unzip my lunch pack, going through the motions of pretending I'm still interested in food when I hear: You coming?
Clearly aware of the effect it elicits and not afraid to exploit it. Everything you dreamed it would be? Roman reaches toward her, gently pushing her bangs away from her face. A gesture so intimate her cheeks flush bright pink. Where you were sitting? Everyone divides into cliques designed to keep others out. And those people you were just with? They're the top clique, which, in the high school caste system, makes them The Rulers.
As opposed to the people you're sitting with now—" He points at himself. It's still a fact. I don't do with segregation, mate. I like a free and open society, room to roam around and explore all my options. You believe in all this? He couldn't care less about A-lists and B-lists, who's cool and who's not. I'm the only reason he enrolled in this school, and I'm the only reason he stays. It's not a dream at all. You'll see. Though to be honest, I'm more surprised by my use of the word fancy than the tone of my voice.
I mean, since when do I talk like that? But when I glance at Roman and see his expansive, overwhelming, yellow-orange aura, I know he's affecting me too. We're going to break these selfimposed barriers, push all the tables together, and have ourselves a party!
But he just laughs, not the least bit offended. A laugh that, on the surface, is so warm, engaging, and all-encompassing—no one would guess at the subtext beneath— the creepy edge, the hint of malice, the barely concealed threat meant solely for me. And all of his lunch-table revolution nonsense? I'm far more interested in you. Like the entire world has shrunk down to this one single point.
And by the time I break away, I'm so charged, so heated, and so breathless, I can barely speak. But he's stronger than I am, so he simply stays put. I mean, I get that he finished school hundreds of years ago and now finds it all rather tedious. And even though I mostly find it tedious too, since having instant knowledge of all the stuff they're trying to teach really does make it seem pretty pointless, it's still one of the few things in my life that feels somewhat normal.
And ever since the accident, when I realized I'd never be normal again, well, it made me prize it that much more. But I shake my head again and hold firm, gripping his arm even tighter as I drag him toward class. Instead, we share a brief kiss in the parking lot before I climb into my car and head for the mall. I want to buy something special for tonight—something pretty for Miles's play and my big date—both of us starring in our own kind of debut.
But after checking my watch and seeing I don't have as much time as I thought, I wonder if I should've taken Damen up on his offer to ditch school.
I cruise through the parking lot, wondering if I should try to find Haven. We haven't really hung out that much since that whole weird thing with Drina, and then when she met Josh, well, even though he doesn't go to our school, they've been pretty much joined at the hip ever since. He even managed to wean her from her support group addiction.
Her after-school ritual of scoping out random church basements and loading up on punch and cookies, while making up some sob story about that particular day's addiction. And up until now, I haven't really minded seeing less of her since she seems so happy. Like she's finally found someone who not only likes her but who's good for her too. But lately I'm starting to miss her, and I'm thinking a little time together might do me some good. I spot her and Roman leaning against his vintage red sports car, watching as Haven grabs hold of his arm and laughs at something he said.
The severity of her black skinny jeans, black shrunken cardigan, Fall Out Boy tank, and purposely messy dyed black hair with shocking red stripe, all softened by her rosy pink aura, its edges expanding, reaching, until it swallows them both.
Leaving no room for doubt that if Roman feels the same way, Josh will soon be replaced. And even though I'm determined to stop it before it's too late, I've just started to cruise by when Roman glances over his shoulder and peers at me with a gaze so insistent, so intimate, so loaded with unknown intent—I punch the pedal and zoom past. Blue Moon — The Immortals 02 Page 56 of Because despite the fact that my friends all think he's so cool, despite the fact that the A-list agrees, despite the fact that Damen isn't the least bit alarmed—I don't like him.
Even though my feelings are based on nothing more substantial than a constant ping in my gut whenever he's near—the fact is: That new guy really gives me the creeps. Since it's hot, I head over to the indoor mall of South Coast Plaza as opposed to the outdoor mall of Fashion Island, even though the locals would probably do the opposite. But I'm not a local. I'm an Oregonian. Which means I'm used to my pre-spring weather being much more, well, pre-spring like.
You know, gobs of rain, overcast skies, and plenty of mud. Like a real spring. Not this hot, weird, unnatural, summer hybrid that tries to pass as spring. And from what I hear, it's only going to get worse.
Which makes me miss home even more. Normally, I go out of my way to avoid places like this—a place so overrun with light and noise and all of that crowd-generated energy that always overwhelms me and sets me on edge.
And without Damen by my side, standing in as my psychic shield, I'm back to relying on my iPod again. Though I refuse to wear my hoodie and sunglasses to block out the noise like I used to. I'm done with looking like a freak. Instead, I narrow my focus to what's right before me, and block out all the peripherals like Damen taught me to do. I insert my ear buds and crank up the volume, allowing the noise to bar everything but the swirling rainbow of auras and the few disembodied spirits floating about which, despite my narrowed focus, really are right in front of me.
And when I head into Victoria's Secret, aiming straight for the naughty nighties section, I'm so focused, so intent on my mission, I fail to see Stacia and Honor just off to the side. Blue Moon — The Immortals 02 Page 57 of And even though I was merely curious, and not even thinking about buying it, seeing her face all scrunched up like that and hearing the mocking thoughts in her head makes me feel totally foolish.
I drop it back on the rack and fidget with my ear bud, pretending as though I didn't hear a thing as I move toward the matching cotton sets, which are way more my style and speed. But just as I begin browsing through several hot-pink-and-orange-striped camis, I realize they're probably nowhere near Damen's speed. He'd probably prefer something a little more racy. Something with a lot more lace and a lot less cotton.
Something that could actually be considered sexy. And without even looking, I know Stacia and her faithful lapdog have followed. Freak can't decide between skanky or sweet. It'spretty much a sure thing. Besides, from what I recall about Damen, he's not so big on sweet.
But only for a moment before I force myself to resume breathing and browsing, refusing to let her think, even for a second that her words might've gotten to me. Besides, I know all about what happened between them, and I'm happy to report that it was neither skanky nor sweet. Mostly because it wasn't anything at all. Damen merely pretended to like her so he could get to me. And yet, just the thought of him even pretending still makes me queasy. She can't hear you," Honor says, scratching her arm and glancing between Stacia and me, then checking her phone for the hundredth time to see if Craig answered her text.
But Stacia remains rooted, enjoying herself far too much to give up so easily. She can hear everything we say and everything we think.
Because Ever's not just a freak, she's also a witch. Ignore her, ignore her Just focus on shopping and she'll go away. But Stacia's not going anywhere. Instead, she grabs hold of my arm and pulls me right to her, saying, "Come on, don't be shy. Show her. Show Honor what a freak you are! And I know she's trying to bait me, incite me, aware of exactly what I'm capable of after that time when I lost control in the hallway at school.
Only that time she didn't do it on purpose—she had no idea what I could do. Honor starts to fidget, standing beside her and whining, "Come on, Stacia. Let's go. This is boring. Tell her what you see! Stacia scratching and clawing her way to the top of the popularity pyramid, stomping much harder than necessary on all those beneath her. Including Honor, especially Honor, who's so afraid of being unpopular she does nothing to stop it I could tell her what a horrible friend Stacia really is, expose her for the awful person I know her to be.
I could pry Stacia's hand from my arm and fling her across the room so hard she'd fly straight through the plate glass window before crashing into the mall directory Only I can't. The last time I let loose at school, when I told Stacia all the awful things I know about her, it was a colossal mistake—one I don't have the luxury of making again. There's so much more to hide now, much bigger secrets at stake—secrets that belong Blue Moon — The Immortals 02 Page 59 of not only to me but to Damen as well.
Stacia laughs as I fight to stay calm and not overreact. Reminding myself that while appearing weak is okay, giving in to weakness is definitely not. It's absolutely imperative to appear normal, clueless, and allow her the illusion that she's so much stronger than me.
Honor checks her watch, rolling her eyes, wanting to leave. And just as I'm about to pull away, and maybe even accidentally backhand Stacia while I'm at it, I see something so awful, so repulsive, I knock an entire rack of lingerie to the floor in an attempt to break free. Bras, thongs, hangers, and fixtures—all of it crashing to the ground in one big heap. With me as the cherry on top. Zooming in to get close-up footage of me attempting to break free of a red lace garter belt that's wrapped around my neck.
Stacia pausing long enough to glance over her shoulder and say, "I'm watching you, Ever. Believe me, I'm not through with you yet. Chapter Ten The moment I sense Damen turning onto my street, I run to the mirror again and fidget with my clothes, making sure everything is right where it should be—the dress, the bra, the new lingerie—and hoping it all stays in place well, at least until it's time to come off.
After the Victoria's Secret salesgirl and I cleaned up the mess, she helped me choose this really pretty matching bra and panty set that isn't made of cotton, isn't embarrassingly sexy, and doesn't actually support or cover much of anything, but then I Blue Moon — The Immortals 02 Page 60 of guess that's the point. Then I moved on to Nordstrom where I bought this pretty green dress and some cute strappy wedges to go with it.
Only I was never really like Stacia. I mean, I may have been popular and a cheerleader, but I was never a bitch. I gaze at him, watching as he leans against the doorjamb and smiles. Taking in his dark jeans, dark shirt, dark jacket, and the black motorcycle boots he always wears and feeling my heart skip two beats. My eyes grazing over the planes of his face, his dark eyes, smooth skin, his irresistible lips, drinking all of him in. In fact—I'm ecstatic. I think we need a new word.
And I want everything to be perfect. I want it to be everything you dreamed it would be. I just hope I don't disappoint you. He places his finger under my chin, lifting my face until my lips meet his. And I kiss him back with such fervor, he pulls away and says, "Maybe we should head straight for the Montage instead? Regretting the joke when he pulls away and I see how hopeful he is. Only he doesn't. And when he looks at me with his face so drawn and serious, I know I strayed too close to the truth.
All of my lives have always ended on this night—the night we'd planned to be together. And even though I don't remember the details, he clearly does. Taking full advantage of Josh's absence by pressing her shoulder against his and cocking her head in a way that allows her to gaze up at him adoringly and smile at Blue Moon — The Immortals 02 Page 62 of everything he says. The second thing I notice is that my seat is also beside Roman's.
Only unlike Haven, I'm not at all thrilled. But since Damen's already claimed the outside seat, and I don't want to make a big show of moving, I reluctantly sink down onto mine. Feeling the invasive push of Roman's energy as his eyes peer into mine—his attention so focused on me, I can't help but squirm. I gaze around the mostly full theater, trying to get my mind off of Roman and am relieved when I see Josh heading down the aisle, clad in his usual tight black jeans, studded belt, crisp white shirt, and skinny checkered tie, his arms loaded down with candy and bottles of water as his black swoop of hair Hops into his eyes.
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