Sometimes I wondered if Tiffany ever took her time to look at her reflection in the mirror.
She was perfect and I was beginning to see it with each day that passed.
Everything about her face was in proper structure and she would never need a surgery to get anything right.
The only thing I hated about her face was the way she was looking at me now.
She made it seem like I was doing something wrong and I needed redemption.
My life would always need remeption.
There was something about the way she looked at me that made me scowl whenever I was responding to her.
This time, she looked concerned but I had no idea why.
I wasn't a jerk back there and I didn't even feel any adrenaline rush when I was helping her into the bathtub. Was there anyway I misbehaved? I was sure I didn't.
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