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He really was unfairly good looking. Tall and fit, your basic dream guy―and posh, with fancy designer jogging gear and his thick, dark hair styled perfectly. Everything about him was basically perfect, which only made me feel like more of a walking disaster.
He glanced at me warily as he sat up, rubbing a hand across the sharp plane of his jaw. “All parts functional,” he replied and the accent tugged at me; something vaguely European that seemed to wrap the words in luxury. “And you?”
“I’m fine. I’m so sorry,” I said. Once the words started, I couldn’t seem to stop. “My dog―it wasn’t his fault. I threw the ball too hard and it bounced, and he didn’t know he wasn’t supposed to chase it, he’s always been allowed to chase it in the park before, so how would he know we weren’t supposed to be on the jogging path―”
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