Ingratiate.

“It’s as if we’re made to move in parallel,” she said.
“It seems to me that he showed there wasn’t a point to fight for me, for us.”

“Well then, what’re you waiting for? Run along.”
I’d just barely concluded my statement when I heard screeching rubber soles from her shoe. It has started raining and there she was, stiff with gaping lips.

I traced her line of sight to a spruce lad, curiously staring at her with a seemingly habitual cheeky smile.

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