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"As a matter of fact, I did.. yes," Clifford played along, pretending he hadn't caught on to the patronising tone of voice Willow had used on him. Here he was trying to be nice to her, and she was STILL being mean. Not AS mean though. No, definately not as mean. In fact, this new sad Willow - he figured she was sorta sad anyway - wasn't actually that bad.
... was it mean if he thought she should be sad all the time? Hmmm. Probably.
He couldn't prevent the small, amused snicker that escaped when she pretty much gave away that she was upset because of a boy. Hah. He knew it. And that boy HAD to be Denton. "Because everyone one knows you two had a little snogging session underneath the seats in the stands last term," Clifford took joy in explaining, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. Bwaha. "Apparently it was all 'Oh, Wiiiiiiilllow..'" Kissykissy face.. "'Oh, Doooominic.'" Kissykissy face. Okay, so he'd made that last bit up. Oh well.
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