Fleurette's Short Story

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Fleur watches the woman in red across from her like a hawk. She allows a small smirk to rest upon her face, as she clasps her hands in her lap and she ponders a thought. The blonde wonders if the woman had any abilities that could be useful for this interview. Did the woman possibly possess the ability to read minds? Was she able to tell a lie from a truth or was she a master in the emotions? Fleurette says a little prayer in the back of her mind, hoping she doesn’t have the ability to expose her fibs. Crossing her legs, she allows her beaming smile to form on her face. As she starts to speak, her words are thick from her accent. “Well, ma chère.” She pauses and lets a fake laugh escape her lips. “Oh, silly me. I shouldn’t be going around calling

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