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Faint Scent

ZACHARY

"You seem...different today." I was standing in front of the mirror and looking myself over from the reflection the mirror showed me. "Must be the Cloak...am I wearing it wrong?" I whipped my head around to look at Alan who was standing a few feet from me,with a undecipherable look in his eyes. Undecipherable to maybe anyone else but to me, Alan was an open book I could read more than the history books of the Werewolf folks. It's that look he gives me when he's trying to see if I'm okay or not. "The fact that you're wearing it is the problem." "What? The red Cloak? Don't be dramatic Alan, I wear it everytime." "Yourself? When have you ever worn anything yourself?" I shrugged and returned my gaze back to the mirror. "Should I have chosen the black one instead?" I asked absent-mindedly patting down a hair that strayed out of the perfectly jelled mass on my head. I heard Alan sigh. I ignored it and just focused on making the red cloak hang properly around me, making sure my legs
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