26. Umbrella by Rainlily9

“Excuse me, I believe this is mine.” A hand smoothed down Laura’s arm, then tugged at her umbrella. 

She spun. Her glare was met by intense gray eyes. 

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Rainlily9
Rainlily9

Warmhearted, silly oddball with bouts of dark humor. Raised on fairy tales and crime stories. Nature and pet lover, recovering people pleaser. Head often in the clouds. Filter occasionally broken.

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