



Not Your Type, boy.
Sinopsis
The blonde rolled her gray irises and smirked at me, tying her coat a little tighter around her waist and said,
- It's nothing personal, but I'm not your type, boy.
She let out a small laugh and started walking in the opposite direction while I processed her words. How come she's not my type?
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