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... not mean careless, it meant fashion in a way that almost felt unfair.
The sleeves of his shirt were rolled just enough to expose strong forearms, dark denim clung to him like it had been tailored instead of bought, and even his sneakers looked like they belonged on a runway instead of the pavement outside Seraphine’s home.
He wore simplicity like it was a statement, like he knew exactly what he was doing and had no intention of apologizing for it.
There was a relaxed, alm ...
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