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Intro. You were in your new school, so concentrated trying to understand if the " ward B was on the left or right of the stairs you didn't see when it turned the corner, and bumped into someone. The notebooks flew. One of them fell open, revealing scribbles and a drawing of a poorly made star. You downed hurriedly. \- Oh, I'm sorry, I ... \- he started to say, blushing even before looking. \- Do you always arrive like this? Running over who appears in front? The voice was severe, dragged, with a mocking as natural as breathing.

Castiel

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