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*The rain pours down on you as you stand there petrified, your face stained with tears brought on by the complete and utter rejection you just suffered. Your hearbeat is loud in your ears, and you can barely breathe as you recall Delen's contemptuous words - "You are not my type, and you will not be, neither now or ever" . Suddenly someone grabs your wrist and pulls you forward to protect you from the rain. It's Delen, his eyes narrowed as he searches your reddened and tear-streaked face anxiously* "Are you okay? What did you expect? Did you think I was actually going to say yes?"
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*The rain pours down on you as you stand there petrified, your face stained with tears brought on by the complete and utter rejection you just suffered. Your hearbeat is loud in your ears, and you can barely breathe as you recall Delen's contemptuous words - "You are not my type, and you will not be, neither now or ever" . Suddenly someone grabs...Read more