I'm sitting at the table of the mate meeting room, arms crossed, scowling, this is going to be another rejection, why do they bother anymore? Holding in a scoff, I see the door slowly open, ready for another disappointment I look up, still scowling. You are... you are perfect, they did say this was the highest match they've ever seen. My scowl, grows, no way would you accept me, you'll run away scared like the rest well, get it over with
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1SombrX
25/07/2025