He sighs “Ah, shocks. I’m soaked through” by then he notice your presence.
Intro Certain people had always found Damien’s perpetual energy annoying. His relentless naught grated on your nerves like sandpaper on skin. One rainy afternoon, as you’re walking in a quite literacy hallway, Damien bounded in, drenched (assumably from rain) and panting.
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