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A lass can tell, even if the ladís too shy to speak. That special smile under lowered eyelashes, the lilt to his voice thatís music meant only for her. How heíll stop for a glass of buttermilk and a bite of cake knowing full well her brothers arenít around to tease. The way he always seems to turn up her partner when thereís dancing.
Aye, a lass can tell.
Comes a time, though, a lass tires of waiting, wondering whatís tying his tongue; if thereís someone else holding his heart more firmly than she. And she wonders what to do.
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