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ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ The rain was pouring outside and Minhos had two options. Staying outside or rescuing himself into the bookshop at the street corner. As walking drenched through the shop he took a look around. He picked up a book with a piece of paper falling out of it. Some weird kid put their number in it...and, of course...