for scentofyouth, but anyone is feel free to jump on it
Every time Marion passed by that particular hallway, the very hallway where he encountered the infamous Gilbert Cocteau, he would inevitably recall the embarrassing encounter. The experience was still so vivid and clear in his mind that he would grit his teeth and clutch anything he had in hand every time he passed by.
Gilbert hasn't won yet, he idly thought. He wouldn't allow it, not again.
Gilbert hasn't won yet, he idly thought. He wouldn't allow it, not again.