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... of her friends, left the dormitory building and headed toward the west gate.
Even when she was still some distance away from the gate, she already spotted that familiar figure.
Blake Sinclair was wearing a dark gray shirt, the top two buttons casually undone, with a simple white T-shirt underneath.
He stood nonchalantly under the shade of a tree, dappled light dancing across his form.
Just standing there quietly, he was a scene in himself, attracting the gazes of ...
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