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Sometimes people get it right the first time.
While choosing the pair of socks he was going to wear that day, love hit Ronaldo like a bullet to the brain. Shattering his skull. And the moment he figured it out, he shoved his feet into untied shoes and scrambled down a flight of stairs.
And he wasn't sure if he even deserved that kind of reciprocation.
But it was worth a try. Ronaldo Fryman wasn't a quitter. He was a graceful loser at best with a lot of passion. His feet pounded against the concrete. In sync with his heart beat. Sweat built up in his shirt and his armpits were sticky. Despite breath leaving his body, he wore a big smile. Welcoming the gap that was filling his lungs, because he had figured it out first. And she couldn't hold it over his head.
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