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Geraldine’s POV: I sat on the swing attached to a thick branch outside of town. The sun moved halfway to the west. Luckily, the shadow of leaves leaned in my direction and the fresh wind brushed against my cheeks. Ugh, what is taking him so long? Finally, a pale figure walked up to me. “I thought you were never going to show up,” I crossed my arms. “Sorry, I had a lot of things to take care of,” he brushed the back of his head and sat on the swing, stagnant on the other branch. He wore an elegant dress and looked dashing in it, “Why did you keep on insisting meeting here? I could have bought us dinner.” “I do not want to bother settling with the bill. Besides, I just had an afternoon snack.” “I said I was the one who was going to pay for it,” he mumbled. “Anyway, you have to make it f
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