Sharing an Umbrella
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I saw him in the crowd with a larger man, whispering while I was displayed before the bidding began. I couldn't stop looking at him. he was gorgeous! no one compared to him, if anyone was going to buy me, I hoped it was him.
our eyes met and I straightened my back and poked my lips out, trying to impress him. he smiled and walked towards the door, leaving. he pushed the door and I watched as he let out a peach umbrella and close the door.
I looked down at my diamond belly ring. I felt disappointment wash over me. I was to be sold to a man that wanted a wife and to raise my children. every man here was as old as 40 years, but he was about my age. I thought back to how he had an umbrella, it was probably raining outside.
I wish I could've been sharing that umbrella with him in the end of this.
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