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"Might as well try and dry off, our towels are soaked." He noted, laying flat on his back before tucking his hands behind his head, somewhat basking in the setting sun. |
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she grabs her phone, taking a photo of him, "wow, golden hour hits you well." i show him the photo. |
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"Yeah, guess so." He noted, grabbing his phone from it's safe spot on the dock, noting it was completely dry as he snapped a photo of her, flipping the screen around. "Suits you better, though." |
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" guess it does," she stood up, hair still wet, wet towel hanging on the dock post. she made her way back to where her shoes were. |
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Monty watched as she walked off, slipping his eyes shut once more as the he basked in the sunlight. |
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she slips on the shorts, she carried the rest of the stuff back, including his stuff. She set it on the dock and dipped her feet into the water, the sun began to disapear below the horizion. |
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"Thanks," He noted, sitting up as he slipped his shirt back on, noting his pockets were dry and slipping his phone, keys, and wallet back inside them. |
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" you think we can stop at my house so i can get a sweatshirt? its gonna get cold at the movie. " she shivered, yawning slightly as the sun was no longer visible. |
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"I don't mind," He noted, tugging his shoes on before standing. "Here, take this one." Monty offered, holding out one of his own stored in the seat. |
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" how sweet, " she slips it on, basically swallowing her whole, the lengths of the arms huge, "this hood is like.. something." she grins, " its warm though " |
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Warming, with Sleet and Heavy Icing
