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None, for none of them can match his stares intensity long enough to see that he's not really there. That the smile that graces his lips is fake.
If I had to count how many people I know of who'd never come to that conclusion with me, I'd well run out of numbers. I like this one
And my story is different I met my boy when I was among my friends but I enjoyed their company and smile genuinely.
I think you meant His, but I get it.
I like it, it's accurate.
Im not sure what else to say.