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The Troll
She had the most immaculately straight teeth. He didn’t.
Her smile lit up every room. His didn’t.
She was tall and statuesque. He wasn’t.
Her skin was smooth, as if polished by the finest stones. His was not.
Her face radiated a special beauty that transcended space, time, and all other continuums, imaginable and unimaginable. His did not. Oh, it did not.
She walked with an air of gracefulness that captivated the hearts of everyone who saw her. He? Well, he walked like a duck trudging through the thickest and muddiest of muds.
So, he had no business talking to her. He had no business telling her jokes and enticing her to smile that magnetic enchanting smile. But he did, and she did.
He had no business asking her to dance. But he did and she did. He had no business at all.
But confidence is a gift, and a misplaced sense of confidence can be magical.
THE END
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