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• DIANA
• The man was a talker and soon and I was telling him everything about me. Not my family name or anything, just my feelings about being cooped up by them and he listened with rapt attention while I narrated how I wanted so many things for myself that wasn’t attached to my family.
• He was not only a good listener but a damn attractive man and I could feel the pull to him, the one I had felt earlier when we collided against one another. I was tempted to want to run my palm along the lines of his face and through his sleek hair.