The Eight Sentences
His smile brought her a sense of calm and a reassurance of safety as it always had.
She leaned forward to push her chair back and stand to greet him.
He waved it off, “Keep your seat. You look so comfortable, Claudia, the epitome of self confidence and bliss. Your smile is radiant.”
“Am I smiling? It must be because I did a good deed today.”
Debert nodded understanding, and returned the smile.
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