The Rejected Omega Mate
TARA'S POV
The cool evening air was a refreshing change from the sweltering heat of the day. The sun had just set, casting a golden glow over the horizon. The sky was painted with hues of pink, orange, and purple, like a watercolor painting, coming to life. The streets were quiet, with only a few cars and bicycles passing by. The leaves of the trees rustled gently in the breeze, casting flickering shadows on the pavement and the air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers. Birds chirped and sang their evening songs, and the distant hum of crickets could be heard.
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