The sad thing is you seem determined to produce such humiliation in me.

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The sad thing is you seem determined to produce such humiliation in me.
Look carefully at sad eyes, at something hidden beneath a flicker of something, an expression of wonder.
Something about her, she seemed so sure but so sad too. He wanted to know her, and yet, they were strangers never to speak to each other. He couldn't stop staring.