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Dylan saw the text and cursed under his breath. As soon as he got his food, he took it outside, going straight to Lilith rather than to his friends. He found her sitting on a bench outside. Dylan sat next to her, "Hey, is everything okay?" |
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She wiped her eyes, and nodded. "Yeah, I just... needed a minute. I asked Samuel to stop with the personal questions, he wouldn't listen." She explained. "I had to come out here before I snapped." |
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Dylan nodded. "It's okay, I get it." He reassured her. "Sam can be a bit off an ass," |
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"I didn't want to make a scene, so I said I had to call my mom." She stated. "I didnt, but I want the questions to stop. I'm sorry if I ruined your day." |
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Dylan expression softened. "It's okay, really. You didn't ruin anyone's day," he reassured her softly. "Sam's an ass, it's not your fault," |
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Once back inside the mall, Lilith was looking at some horse figures. "You gonna get one, or what?" Sam glared. Lilith glanced up. "I already own them all." She stated. "I've collected a lot of horse things since I was little." |
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Dylan glared at Sam and stepped in between Sam and Lilith. "Leave her alone, Sam," he growled at him, only loud enough for him to hear. |
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Once Lilith and Dylan went into a horse aisle, she glanced over. "Thank you." She stated. "For defending me." |
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Dylan smiled softly at her "Of course," |
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"You're the only one who ever did defend me." She admitted. |
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Clear with Temps dropping into the Teens
