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........Tension seemed to permeate the air between the two young wolves. Conor was worried that Cambria wouldn't accept his gesture of apology and Cambria was afraid that he was going to be mean to her again. Though she was incredibly confused. He had come here, seemingly all by himself (which to her was an amazing feat, even for someone older than her), and brought a flower that he was extending to her. It didn't make any sense. It did not fit in the little bin of "Conor" that she had filed away in her memory. For that bin was filled with mean words and tears and bad feelings. None of this spelled out any of these things. It was just perplexing and she didn't understand what it could mean. She watched him, almost unblinking, waiting for this encounter to take a bad turn when he opened his mouth but it didn't.
........I has pretty flower for pretty girl. What? Wait a second. Last time when he had been asked if she were pretty he had said no! What was going on here? Was this some kind of Conortwin that was good while the other one was mean? Right now that seemed like the most likely of scenarios. In her little head, people didn't just change their opinions like that. It just didn't work that way, did it? "B-but...last times. Last times y-you said I wasn' pr-preddie." Tears were beginning to well up in her eyes, but they were not sad tears. They felt different from sad tears. She was just so confused and he was being so nice all of a sudden and she didn't know what to think. It was all just so overwhelming.
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