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s and buys limited-edition watches for fun. Calm. Coll

ink is, Mont

tains and an ego that couldn't fit through doorways. This

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g and sobbing. "Was it the mascara or the

ous curve that makes my stomac

er smirk as she sips her drink. "She's single.

he says, eyes still locke

s a free country. Unles

ness vibrating. He pulls up a stool beside me, and I'm suddenly very aware of

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tight, and I keep forgetting I'm heartbroken because every time he speaks I want to crawl into his accent and take a nap

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t even exist?"

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my head. "Yeah, but I

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s crim

dramatically. "I sho

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come back

ath ca

no assumptions. But his eyes are dark, and there's something hungry in th

. I should defi

is fuzzy, and for the first time today,

y regretting it and not r

and cologne. I sink into the seat like it's swallowing me whole. The city lights blur pas

glass and steel and rich people vibes-I'm som

nd the second the doors clos

bs my

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hair, mine are tugging at his shirt, and suddenly I don't care abou

I just want

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