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444names · 1 year

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russian forenames but generated to be super short

Aba Abd Abda Abe Abema Aben Abich Abila Abna Abnt Abon Abr Abrim Abuly Acha Achav Ada Adana Adavs Adel Adiya Adr Ady Afa Afad Afap Afasn Afo Afor Aga Agad Agam Agar Agay Age Agel Agen Ageny Agera Agr Agul Agur Aia Ailav Aint Aisov Aitia Aiya Aklan Akte Akty Ala Ale Alel Aliis Allir Aly Alyo Amir Amiya Amur Amy Ana Anady Anakh Anien Anil Anim Anina Anir Anis Aniv Aniy Ankha Ann Ant Anta Antia Any Apa Apim Ara Aran Arill Arin Arire Ariy Art Arta Ary Asa Asem Asin Asl Asla Aslel Ast Asta Asy Ata Ataga Atana Atast Ate Atida Atisy Atja Aty Audah Ava Avara Avata Avd Avdm Avek Aveka Avela Avele Aver Avery Avesy Avey Avg Avga Avgav Avia Avin Avina Avkan Avks Avl Avlan Avler Avlet Avoma Avr Avrav Avron Avs Avur Avvr Avya Axiny Ayata Bomiy Bomya Borum Dabel Dabor Dadav Dal Dana Dap Dava Dil Disl Ditin Dma Dmas Dofa Don Dovda Dya Dyan Eky Ela Elera Elovd Ena Enn Esly Eyany Eyata Ežavy Gabey Gada Gafir Gana Gar Gato Gav Gavd Gavde Gavr Gelya Gey Gol Gudy Gula Gumin Gusom Gya Iap Iary Iavl Ily Iney Iny Irisv Isan Isim Itot Ivdra Iya Jad Jadm Jana Janar Jata Javga Jod Jusiy Kabor Kara Kasa Kavly Kia Kiv Kond Ksav Ksim Ksin Ksy Ktana Ktaph Kty Kusa Kya Kyora Ladin Lado Lagoy Lagy Lalan Lalo Lam Lark Lavks Lavra Lavva Ley Likh Lila Limia Lin Lir Liy Llesy Llosy Lom Lyud Mad Mag Mav Mavga Mela Midol Miksa Mim Min Mir Misen Misl Mita Miy Miyr Moda Mon Mora Mvir Nabey Nafan Nan Nanir Nap Nara Nda Ngey Nia Niap Niata Niena Nikav Nikl Niky Nim Nin Nira Nista Nkur Nrila Nsta Nta Ntel Nyeg Odmy Ola Omima Omy Ona Onar Onis Ora Origa Orky Orony Osara Osl Osta Ostrt Osy Ovem Oya Pad Paga Pana Par Pav Phava Phavd Phom Phona Pia Piaph Piava Piky Pinia Pir Poto Pyavr Pym Ratey Rav Rekla Relus Reya Rgath Ria Rim Rin Rinan Rir Rira Risik Ritiy Riy Riya Roda Rom Romim Rona Ror Roy Rta Rtav Rtona Rur Rya Sah Sefin Sel Sikia Sioma Sislg Sit Sitim Slan Slav Slgda Slim Sly Ssla Sta Stans Sten Stja Stry Sty Tager Tava Tavim Tikya Tin Tobem Tofa Tol Tont Tosl Trary Vagor Vav Vaxel Vda Vdap Vdevr Vdr Vel Vela Veles Vely Vero Vett Vey Vga Via Vikth Vimiy Vin Virin Vitja Vivga Vka Vkid Vky Vlam Vlga Vra Vshap Vta Vtin Vvey Yava Yavdm Yey Yonna Yosh Yudos Zel Zen Zety Zey Zhada Zhar Ziava Zich Zidat Ziem Zin Ziot Zivv Zodav Zom Zont Zov

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devogamer · 3 years

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art fight 2021 ravage attack on sunnyskiesv2's character Rinan

#my art #artfight2021 #artfight #sunnyskiesv2 #Rinan #not my oc

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cakedrawsthings · 4 years

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New half-elf oc for a private rp with a friend. I really... REALLY love drawing curly/wavy hair, lemme tell you a thing...

#half elf #elf #prince #rinan #oc #my art #fantasy

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lucaonthropy · 2 years

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#original characters #my art #original story #original fiction #original art #bdbb ginan #bdbb rigel #bintang di bawah bayang bayang #stars under the shadow #rinan

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rinanubaldo · 3 years

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Me, Myself & I (Who is Rinan)

Hiya there. My name is Rinan and I am an Digital Artist, Animator, Video Editor and a Motion Designer. I am also known under my alias named Rebby. I am still quite a beginner on these 3 things so don’t expect a goody art from me hehe. I also don’t take any commission

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d4n5m1th-blog · 6 years

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It had been one week, four parties, three concerts, and five stops since he had last seen her.

Rinan. He couldn’t stop thinking about her, about their night together, about how he hadn’t heard from her. He had left her his number. Why hadn’t she called? Or at least texted? He refused to believe that she hadn’t felt what he felt that night. But then again, maybe she didn’t feel the same way. Maybe he didn’t rock her world as much as she rocked his. Dan could not stop obsessing over this girl. He only knew her first name, and even if it was a unique name, it’s not like he could just look her up and find her number. It couldn’t be that easy.

“Dan. Earth to Dan, hellooo?” Kyle waved his hand in front of Dan’s face, bringing him back from his thoughts.

“Yeah, what?” He replied, glancing around. They were still on their tour bus, but it had stopped.

Kyle stood and started walking to the door. “We’re here. Miami. We’ve got a show tonight, let’s go.”

Dan followed them out mindlessly. He had told his bandmates all about the magical girl. They’d teased him relentlessly about his crush for a while, but it got old pretty fast. The bandmates could tell it was more than just a silly crush, and while it hadn’t been affecting his performances, it was clearly affecting his attitude. For a week, Dan was off in a world of his own. He tried to be more present, to join his friends in the fun of this tour, but without fail his thoughts always drifted off to her. He thought about the smell of her perfume, about her soft hair in his fingers, her smooth skin under his palms, her rosy lips against his cheek, the sway in her hips as she danced.

The band stepped out of the parking garage they were renting for their bus and walked down the street to the hotel they were staying at for the next two nights. On the way, they walked past a newsstand. A cover in particular caught Dan’s eye. He stopped abruptly, causing Chris to crash into him. “Ay, mate, what’s the matter with you?” He exclaimed.

“It’s her,” Dan said softly. “This is the girl, it’s her.” He held up the Rolling Stone magazine. The whole band was paying attention now and met him back at the stand.

On the cover, Rinan was sitting nude in what looked like a recording studio, on a piano bench, surrounded by various instruments. Her legs were crossed and the guitar she held in front of her was the only thing hiding her chest. She looked deeply into the camera, her deep blue eyes seemed to stare right past through the cover and into Dan’s eyes. The same way she looked at him that night. Her long dark hair was draped over her shoulder, perfectly coiffed to look lovely and effortless. She looked so beautiful. The cover story title read: RINAN – SONGWRITER TO THE STARS RELEASES HER OWN BREAKTHROUGH STUDIO ALBUM.

“Are you joking?” Kyle asked, peering over Dan’s shoulder. “That’s her? Seriously?”

“Well done, mate,” Chris added, smacking him on the back.

Dan ignored them, flipping through the magazine to the pages of her story. The owner of the newsstand glared at them. “You read it, you buy it, man.” He snapped. Dan pulled out a few American dollars he had in his pocket and put them down on the counter. It was probably more than the magazine actually cost, but he didn’t care. He continued walking toward the hotel with his bandmates, head down and reading the article about this amazing girl.

The basic gist was talking about how for years she wrote hit songs for popular artists, artists much more famous than Bastille, and how she had been meticulously working on her first studio album for over a year. She had been travelling all over to work with the best artists and producers so that each of her songs perfect and unique, all the while still writing chart-topping hits for other musicians. Dan was completely floored. He read parts of the article aloud to his bandmates and even they were beyond impressed. How had this amazing woman slipped through his fingers? In the interview, Rinan talked about how she got to travel to London, to Spain, Germany, Canada, Australia, Japan. Seriously, everywhere. She talked about how lucky she was that seeing these places was part of her work. She talked about all the interesting people she met. In the article there was a question about her family, if she missed them, but her answer was super vague.

The band arrived at the hotel and got some lunch. Dan rolled up the magazine and tucked it into the pocket of his jean jacket. He sat down with the band in the hotel dining room to eat. He couldn’t taste his food, he was so completely shell-shocked by the information in the magazine. The whole thing just made him want to see her again even more, he wanted to get to know her.

The next hour went by with a blur. The band finished their lunch, they dragged their luggage up to each of their rooms and settled in. Dan found himself pulling out the magazine and rereading the article. Mostly, he looked at the pictures of Rinan. She photographed beautifully. Dan wondered if she was thinking about him as much as he was thinking of her. Probably not, she had been extremely busy this whole time. Her album was dropping today, Dan decided he wanted to go pick it up. He looked up the closest CD store on his phone and threw his jacket back on. He popped into Kyle’s room to let him know he’d be back later and left the hotel.

The store was a longer walk than he thought, and it had started raining. Dan was glad he had his jacket on despite the humid Miami heat. The clouds darkened overhead, the afternoon sun’s rays fighting to poke through. As soon as Dan walked into the store, he saw Rinan’s album right there in front of him, in the new releases. The album art was the Ursa Major constellation. Dan couldn’t think of anything that suited her more. He grabbed it without a second thought and made a b-line to the cash register.

While waiting in line, someone tapped his arm. Dan turned to see a young girl with her older sister, both looking at him excitedly. “You’re Dan! F-from Bastille,” the younger one said. “Can we get a picture?”

Dan knew he would never get used to being recognized. He didn’t enjoy it, but he always did his best to make his fans happy. “Of course,” he replied, posing for a quick photo. The girls thanked him and left, and Dan was glad they weren’t the overbearing type to try and make conversation.

Finally, he paid for the album and left the store. On the way back to the hotel, he decided to stop at the Starbucks he passed by earlier. He got himself a large tea, hoping no one would recognize him again. He didn’t feel like talking to anyone, he was just eager to get back and listen to Rinan’s music. While stirring in some milk and sugar into his drink, someone walked past him. He smelled her perfume, first, and he turned to see her hair as she walked toward the end of the line. There was a wide-rimmed hat perched at the back of her head and hiding her face, but he knew it was her, it couldn’t be anyone else. His heart started to beat furiously as he approached her, leaving his tea behind on the counter. He touched her bare elbow softly and spoke quietly. “Rinan?”

She spun on the heel of her boots and faced him. The look of shock on her face made Dan laugh out loud. “It is you,” he said, a bit louder. He didn’t realize he was drawing attention to them both, but Rinan seemed to. He felt her pull the sleeve of his jacket toward the back of the coffee shop in the hallway leading to the restrooms. They both spoke at the same time, for the second time in a week. “What are you doing here?”

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thedrown · 7 years

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Ghosts of the Separatists- Sendam Kour’Ral

A former academy member of Amato Sevelis, Sendam of Clan Kour'Ral remains a bitter rival of his all these years later. His father and clan patriarch Rinan was once a comrade of Sevelis clan leaders Amadeo and Ouka being childhood friends and joining them in Jaster Mereel's fight against Death Watch during the Mandalorian Civil War. While Rinan's relationship with the Sevelis' was one of close friends, family even, the war began to grow a rift between them as it raged on and left Rinan's loyalty waning. While he viewed Death Watch with contempt and saw their dishonour as weakness, he also deeply feared their manipulative tactics and preference to stay in the shadows. It was because of this that he ultimately abandoned his True Mandalorian comrades evacuating his own clansmen shortly after the disastrous battle of Galidraan began even leaving his longtime friend Amadeo behind. After the True Mandalorians defeat and subsequent tumultuous period that befell Mandalore Rinan became reclusive and paranoid. He rigorously trained his kin with the newer generations being held to an impossibly high degree. He feared not only Death Watch reprisals but also retribution from his betrayed friends in Clan Sevelis upon learning that they too survived Galidraan and joined the well known house Skirata no less.

Thus he raised his own son Sendam to be the perfect soldier treating him as a project more than an individual constantly assuring him of the importance of their clan over the individual as he lent Sendam to harsh sparring matches with the clans younger members despite him being only a child at the time. Sendam held no ill will towards his father striving for victory at all costs and he began to put himself into increasingly extreme routines for the sake of becoming a better fighter; molded in a “true” warrior. It was while attending academy did he quickly gained the ire of his classmates due to his bombastic and egotistical personality but his high scores and vastly superior combat skills quickly made him into the star pupil. He knew only confrontation and it was through academy that he began to gain some semblance of a normalcy and developed a social life, yet despite his eagerness to participate in many academic activities, even in pacifist Sundari, he remained steadfast in his dedication to training thanks to one thing and one thing only: Amato Sevelis. He knew the Sevelis' well as they had visited the Kour'Ral homestead numerous times attempting to mend their strained relationship only to have it fall apart due to his father’s paranoia. Sendam since birth understood the story that they were skilled warriors who threatened the Kour'Ral clan and were plotting to overtake them ingraining within him a deep mistrust for the Sevelis' and, unsurprisingly, an intense superiority complex in his quest to prove himself greater. Amato was in turn made into a personal rival despite not having any prior history as Sendam would taunt and attack Amato at every turn never holding back during sparing sessions beating him to pulp constantly and jumping him after dismissal. Amato’s own physical and emotional duress was only worsened by him and feeling weak, he took the bullying instead of resisting for most of his academy life until he eventually snapped and the two ended up brawling in the middle of class sending both of them to the infirmary. Tired of the continued hostility between them the Academy expelled them both.

From this point they went their separate ways with Amato taking up flying and slowly honing his skills as a Mandalorian with the help of a Kaleesh friend while Sendam meanwhile remained with his clan never leaving Mandalore seeing his interrupted fight with Amato as a score that desperately needed to be settled. To achieve this end he focused all of his time of studying and training in as many aspects of Mandalorian combat as possible, strategy, martial arts, gadgetry, and went as far as heavily modifying his True Mandalorian armour to the point of being practically unrecognizable. While his rival Amato expanded into the Outer Rim piracy and then became tangeled in the Clone Wars, Sendam remained in Mandalorian Space becoming a bounty hunter to provide greater and more variable “combat tests” for him. As he continues to train and fight in his work he's made the occasional run in with Amato only to find him stronger and more skilled; capable of holding his own and even winning. This only made Sendam all the more begrudging and deepened his desire to prove his strength over the Sevelis heir once and for all, so much so perhaps he’s even willing to join the Republic just to gain the opportunity...

#ghosts of the separatists #gots #star wars #clone wars #mandalorian #mandalore #armor #oc #mirialan #bounty hunter #mercenary #sendam kourral #amato sevelis

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rin-an · 3 months

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recent WoL scrimble c0mms!

I've been making these lil sillies for a hot second, now. Here's most of the latest batch of Warriors of Light!

If you want your own, you can get one for seven dondlars (of the united states variety) :V

#ffxiv #wol #ffxiv wol #miqo'te #roegadyn #lalafell #au ra #hyur #rinan art

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anastralhologram · 6 years

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Her head tilted back, mouth agape, Rinan let out a loud, seductive moan.

They just seemed to fit so perfectly and she loved how he felt inside of her. She felt him slipping away from her and she quickly met his eyes. His lips were on hers and he forced himself further inside of her. She moaned against his lips, his tongue taking that as an invitation. Rinan could feel herself losing touch with reality. Her eyes were closed; tongue exploring his, gasping and moaning as she felt his hands all over her and his cock pumping in and out, in and out… The harder he thrust, the harder her nails dug into the skin on his shoulders and upper back.

She felt her back come off against the wall and the two of their bodies were moving. Rinan kept her eyes closed as his lips trailed along her chest and her neck and he laid her on the bed. He raised her leg and she felt him slip further into her. She rocked her hips forward into him, trying to get more of him. Dan started thrusting now, harder and faster, the sense of urgency growing. She felt a warmth swelling inside of her, a thick pleasure and her gasps and moans turned to near screams. She yelled out his name, her back arching, pushing herself as hard as she could against him and he forced himself as close and as deep as he could go inside of her. She clenched around him and Dan buried his face in her neck as the two came together.

They lay like that for a moment. Sitting up a bit, he kissed her lips gently. He rolled to the side, slipping out of her. She bit her lower lip and watched as he lied back on the bed. She rolled to her side and tried to force back a smile as he spoke. “That was amazing.” She couldn’t deny it. It seemed like the whole world had drifted away and it was as if tomorrow didn’t exist. But it did. She was lost in his image. Her eyes took in every feature on his face. She was studying him, trying to burn his face into her mind, to burn the memory into her brain, never wanting to forget this moment. He turned and caught her stare. Leaning in, he kissed her again, even softer than before. She could feel her chest tighten. There was something so painfully beautiful about the way he kissed her. Rinan had never been kissed like this before…

She couldn’t handle it. She rolled off to the other side and stood, picking up her clothing and beginning to redress. “I’ve got to be heading off. I’ve got a flight in a few hours…” Her voice was a bit quiet, more quiet than usual. She didn’t make eye contact with him. She couldn’t. Rinan knew if she had she would have been back in that bed, on top of him, losing herself with him once again. “Can I at least walk you home?” she smiled just a bit at his unwillingness to just let her leave alone and nodded in agreement. The two got dressed, finished their business with room service and were off back to Rinan’s hotel.

It was about an hour and some later that the two finally made their way back to the hotel room. “Oh, are we here?” He asked. Rinan knew they had been chatting outside of her room for a good ten minutes or so and it was funny to her that he’d just realized it. She laughed softly but it was genuine. She thought he was the cutest thing. “Yup, this is home, for the night anyways.” He stepped closer to her and her heart quickened. She wasn’t ready. That night had been something unlike anything she’d experienced. Their performance, their time in the shower, their time in bed and then their dinner and walk home, all fleeting moments. She was so sure she’d never experience another night like this again. She’d never feel like this again. And she wasn’t ready to let go.

Feeling him leaning down into her, she spoke softly, almost nervously. “You wanna come in?” Rinan watched as he grinned at her and nodded; mischief was in his eyes. She spun on the heel and pulled out her room card. Swiping it, she opened the door. She stepped in, knowing Dan would follow but stopped not too far into the room. “Well this is awkward.”

A familiar Englishman was sat in an armchair, magazine in hand and glass of whiskey on the table beside him. Rinan’s whole body went hot and her chest got uncomfortably tight. What is he doing here? Oh, wait…

“Aaaalleeeexxxx, hhiiiiiii.” Her words were drawn out long, hoping that she wouldn’t need to say much more than that. Anxiety overwhelmed her and she just stood there as Alex stood, grabbing his jacket, slipping in his arms and shrugging it onto his shoulders he made his way over. He recognized Dan and looked him up and down, inwardly sizing up this man Rinan had decided to spend the evening with rather than himself. Alex was friendly, never one to let anyone on to the fact that he may be bothered or even the slightest bit jealous. The two complimented each other’s art and then Alex excused himself. Don’t just let him leave! Rinan opened her mouth to speak but was cut-off by Alex’s lips on her cheek. He cut between the two of them and took her hand in his, kissing it softly. “See you next time, love.” He spoke and let himself out.

As soon as the door shut, Rinan made her way over to the bed and sank down into it, burying her head in her hands. She was embarrassed and guilty. Guilt? Why do I feel like this? He’s not even a thing. We’re not even a thing… She thought to herself, trying to make herself feel better about the situation. The look in his eyes though… She was suddenly overwhelmed by Dan’s presence in the room. “I’m really sorry about that. I had no idea he was going to be here.” She told Dan, her hands still covering her face, trying to get her thoughts together. “That was Alex Turner.”

“…but why was Alex Turner in your room?” She wasn’t ready to answer this. She wasn’t sure how to answer this. Letting out a soft sigh, she laid back on the bed and put her arms behind her head. “Well, I’m not sure.” She told Dan while staring up at the ceiling. It wasn’t the full truth but it wasn’t quite a lie either. “Alex and I have known each other for a while and sometimes when we happen to be in the same place, we hang out.” Hang out with our genitals… She didn’t say that last part of course, but it ran through her mind. When she didn’t hear anything from Dan, she sat up and looked over in the direction he had been. She sat up just in time to see the door shut.

Two months. Two months had gone by and she hadn’t seen or heard from Dan. Not that she really had much time to look or reach out to him if she wanted to. She thought of him often though. Their duet had gone viral and she was asked often in interviews about the two and if they were involved romantically. Of course she always denied. It was no one’s business what had gone on between the two of them.

Rinan sunk further into her chair. She was sitting alone on an empty patio outside of a coffee shop in London. It was called Raison D’etre. Most of the local crowd was gathered inside due to the rain. She had a full weekend all to herself and all she could do was think of Dan. She had bumped into Alex a few times since the whole debacle and while he used to help fill the emptiness that sometimes ate away at her; things were different now. Now it was just fucking. Just having sex to try and feel something. Still, nothing compared to those two nights she had spent with Dan. She craved the look in his eyes and the feeling of his hands tightly gripping at her skin. His voice…

“Rinan?” It was almost as if she could hear him now, clear as crystal. “Rinan?” Snapping from her thoughts her head and body jerked and back she went. Her whole chair had tipped backwards and her legs kicked the underside of the table, causing her tea to spill. “Oh fuck me…” she mumbled quietly to herself, rolling to the side, parts of her body wet now from the standing rain on the ground . As she stood, he felt a hand on her arm trying to help ease her balance. “Thanks.” She spoke, finally looking at the helpful stranger. She stood there for a moment, saying nothing at all. How did they keep meeting this way? He could have been anywhere in the world but here he was, standing right in front of her.

Dan broke the silence though, asking what she was doing there. She shook her head and shrugged, suddenly anger washing over her. “Having tea.” She replied shortly. Rinan turned away and picked up her chair from where it had fallen over on the ground. She took her seat again and looked down at her spilled tea. She glared at it. Dan took the seat in front of her and sat there with his arms crossed over his chest, staring at her. Rinan straightened her cup up, refusing to look at Dan. She could feel him still staring. “Dan, look-“ He cut her off before she could finish. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me. I overreacted.” Rinan looked up and caught his gaze. He was genuine. “It’s not like we’re together. It’s not like you’re mine.” There it was. She wasn’t sure if the pain she felt inside from his words was visible or not but she did her best to hide it. “You’re right. I’m not.” She retorted. The current drizzle was quickly turning into a heavier rain. She glanced up at the sky briefly before standing. “I’ll see you around Dan…” Rinan headed off down the sidewalk. She wasn’t going anywhere in particular but things had just gotten too intense for her. Part of her hoped he’d chase after her but she soon realized that wasn’t going to happen. He must not have felt what she had felt. It must have been just another conquest for him.

After wandering around in the pouring rain for a bit, a tired and quite drenched Rinan made her way back to her hotel room. All she wanted was sleep. She wanted to sleep her entire weekend away. Unlocking her door, she stepped inside and peeled her soaked clothes from her body, carelessly throwing them in a corner pile. She made her way to her bed, throwing back the covers and burying herself underneath them. Her body was cold from the rain and the warmth of the covers felt comforting. She went over and over with herself in her mind, not quite sure what had just happened between the two of them. Why did I say that? No, why did he say that? And why the fuck did it hurt so much… She slowly drifted off to sleep, all the while Dan still on her mind…

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