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He Could Always Read Her by atruwriter

He could always read her face like a book. Her every delight or dislike was written plainly for him to see. Soon, he found himself basing whether his girlfriends were right for him on whether or not she pursed her lips. After careful deliberation, he finds the one woman she couldn't possibly think was wrong for him. The one woman who has always been there. The only woman he's ever loved. Her. Two-Parts