𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞.

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The silence was deafening, almost on par with the thundering roars of rain droplets hitting harshly against the rusty, worn-out roofs of the shrine.

Although this time, it wasn't awkward nor uncomfortable between the two. 

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