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Rosa's POV. I sat there, bowing my head and staring at my plate. I still couldn't believe it had actually happened. As far as I remembered, Max had never wanted to be seen in public or anywhere with me. I was angry, and I didn't want him to kiss me. I wanted him to know that he couldn't always get what he wanted, that he should realize he had done wrong. So, I picked up my phone and sent a text to Max. Although I didn't expect any reply from him, I had to send this because I was very annoyed by his inappropriate actions. Inappropriate because he always seemed to be the one dictating to me. *Why did you kiss me?* I quickly typed, sent the text, and put the phone aside. I didn't know if he would even see it. My phone chimed immediately, indicating a notification. I picked it up and saw a
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