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... ning. Not dramatic movie-rain with tragic pianos playing — just that annoying cold drizzle that makes your socks wet and your soul soggy. I was on my way to the library, hoodie up, earbuds in, minding my business.
Then I saw her.
Standing at the edge of the sidewalk. Alone. Designer coat soaked. Umbrella flipped inside out like it owed her money. Hair clinging to her face. Looking less like a billionaire’s brat and more like a drowned heiress who just learned what "public campus" ...
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