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Mia blinked. “I was seventeen. It was a stupid poem.”
The rain began to slow. The jukebox clicked once, then played a clear, new chord. mia malkova oh mia
She wasn’t dressed for the storm—just a simple cream-colored dress, wet at the hem, and barefoot, carrying her heels in one hand like she’d just escaped something. Her hair was dark with rain, plastered to her cheeks, but her eyes were clear and fierce. Mia blinked