CORBIN'S POV
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She's heartbreakingly beautiful sitting across from me under the candle light of the room. Her skin glows in bronze, her eyes soft as a cloud that's about to let the rain fall. Her hair looks like silk, and it physically pains me knowing that I can't just run my fingers through it. "What do you mean you can't just buy more of it?" Azalea stares at me bewildered after I told her that I can't buy more of my favorite shirts in the city. "They said I own too many already. I can come back again next year to buy more." I roll my eyes.
"It's just shirts, why are they showing business away?" She's so confused. "So you see...the same shirts hang on one rack, right?" She nods in understanding, picking up her glass of wine and takes a sip, "I pick out every single one of them in my
