[If her smile had faltered at all, she was replacing it quickly with a fresh one, beaming up at him at she gave his arm a squeeze.]
Beacon Hills, California... [Glinda repeats it as though committing it to memory- but that smile, however bright it may have been, turns and her brows furrow as she continues gently:]
I've found that the people who think they won't be missed will often be missed the most. [A pause before she adds matter-of-factly] I know we've only just met, now, Derek... But I have a hard time believing that you won't be missed.
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[If her smile had faltered at all, she was replacing it quickly with a fresh one, beaming up at him at she gave his arm a squeeze.]
Beacon Hills, California... [Glinda repeats it as though committing it to memory- but that smile, however bright it may have been, turns and her brows furrow as she continues gently:]
I've found that the people who think they won't be missed will often be missed the most. [A pause before she adds matter-of-factly] I know we've only just met, now, Derek... But I have a hard time believing that you won't be missed.