What was previously here involved a serious case of word vomit. That had to go, and may eventually be replaced with something more concise. I don't think anyone cares about my crappy descriptions when I was in the fourth grade; I only care enough to know they were bad.
Had he knocked on any other day, she would've smiled like the innocent inside her who fueled her infuriating idealism and invited him in for tea, but today she told him she was getting a cat and slammed the door.
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