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NOTHING MORE BELGIUM X READER . . . The weather outside was sunny; most people were out doing interesting activities with their friends, family or lovers. Unlike them, two girls sat inside a calm café, sipping from their delicious drinks and talking about the newest events. After each sip, the blond one–she appeared slightly older than the other girl–would say something; the other girl would nod with a smile on her face, or sometimes even laugh. This time, the younger girl was the one to talk. She placed the small cup on the table and looked down at her feet. “Am I ugly, Laura?” For a moment, everything s