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Emma starred at him. There was not many things that could shock her, with the exception of people who don’t like chocolate and now blushing man before her and his somewhat passionate awkward speech. She wasn’t quite sure how to react, normally she would laugh in the face of anyone who talked about rainbows, the goodness of humanity and everlasting hope and belief in kind old ladies. She looked at Gary hoping for a grunt, rolling of eyeballs or anything making it easier to dismiss the speech entirely, but the old man had suddenly decided to show his soft side. As the shock passed she felt an anger rising in her. What a pompous frilly naïve smooth baby butt faced twat. Her face was stone cold now, she knew it was and her eyes which the whiskey had warmed were now as cold as when she first arrived. She lifted her head looking dead straight at Garret. “You may have to fixate on your granny fetish to get through the day, but don’t pull others into your sick fairytale daydream. “ She snorted while refilling her glass. She wasn’t sure why he angered her so, she meet dozen like him, but this one.. She glared at him again.. This one was exceptionally annoying.