Why are you staring like that? Is there something on my face? Is there?
[Her hand moves to her cheek, searching for some strange, alien object that might that sort of warrant staring. The realization that she's sharing a room with guys hasn't quite clicked yet.]
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Why are you staring like that? Is there something on my face? Is there?
[Her hand moves to her cheek, searching for some strange, alien object that might that sort of warrant staring. The realization that she's sharing a room with guys hasn't quite clicked yet.]