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... pened, and the rain intensified.
Mark chased after him, stubbornly clutching his arm. Despite Ben Shaming’s resistance, Mark clung to him as they walked down the road...
This pitch-black, lonely night, this path seemingly destined for solitary walk, was warmed by a person forcibly tucked in and a shared body warmth. Although the person beside wasn’t the one desired, having someone was better than none.
That night, they embraced for warmth; Mark did not leave.
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