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โ โ โ โ #๐ง๐๐ข๐จ๐ฅ๐ฃ โ โ &โ โ โ #๐ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ฃ
โ โ If ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ก๐จ๐ฐ the ๐ณ๐๐๐ gave me a
โ โ second chance at that ๐๐๐๐๐๐ก,
โ โ โ I would do it ๐๐ก๐ก over again.
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One could gather he's not exactly the first impressions type. Not anymore...
" Chris Refield. I didn't catch your name. "
A hand is extended for a greeting. A proper one at that.
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Well her was a girl either dumb or just far too tired for her own good. She has a point though.
" Alright... "
With a quiet sigh Chris takes some streps back and sits at the edge of the shade, respectfully keeping his distance. If she needs the shut eyeโ he'll guard.
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The man could use a glass in his hand, a cigarette on his lips, and for something to /not/ go wrong for at least a month.
Drama aside, the man too is fine.