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... t the polite drizzle kind—but a full-on, storm-wants-to-drown-the-city kind of rain.
Naturally, I forgot to bring an umbrella. Because why wouldn't I?
By the time we reached the corner of my apartment block, I was soaked through.
She, on the other hand, stood perfectly dry under a faint shimmering shield of shadow energy.
I shot her a miserable look.
"You could've told me you were weatherproof..." I muttered. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
She smirked under the ...
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