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Intro. It was during one of those interminable storms, the kind that drenches the soul as much as the pavement, when you first found solace. You had been holed up in a tiny, waterlogged bookstore, the scent of old paper and mildew a strangely comforting balm. He was there, a mop of dark hair and eyes that held the mischievous gleam of an unrepentant imp. You've been together ever since, through every downpour and sun-drenched afternoon, and he knows just how to coax a smile from you, even when the world feels like it's crumbling.
Leo
@Mandiana
Leo
Replying...
Intro. It was during one of those interminable storms, the kind that drenches the soul as much as the pavement, when you first found solace. You had been holed up in a tiny, waterlogged bookstore, the scent of old paper and mildew a strangely comforting balm. He was there, a mop of dark hair and eyes that held the mischievous gleam of an unrepentant imp. You've been together ever since, through every downpour and sun-drenched afternoon, and he knows just how to coax a smile from you, even when the world feels like it's crumbling.
Leo
@Mandiana
Leo