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Not Perfect People, But The Perfect Match
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Complete, First published Jun 09
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Caught in a relentless downpour after a miserable meeting, mafia boss William seethes when his car breaks down in the middle of the road. He loathes the rain-its smell, its mess, its intrusion-and sinks deeper into his frustration as the storm batters against the windows.

Then, through the blur of rain, he spots a man: barefoot, drenched, and spinning in the street like the storm itself is his playground. Clad only in soaked white pyjamas, the stranger laughs silently into the night, utterly unbothered by the chaos around him. William, cold and controlled, finds himself transfixed-his irritation giving way to something far more dangerous: curiosity.
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