Intimidating glances thrown over shoulders, enhancing those who've not shown an interest in anyone around.
Cooperating gallantly without supporting an ounce of temperament in hallways of insistent pictures, treated by lunar beams.
Calming effects sent by a bevy of collectible sayings, are kept in a book filled with pictures from past memories.
Stalking roadways, watching where everything falls into place so it can be gathered at a later date.
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