Published: April 4th 2025, 5:00:05 pm
You can make out what she's saying. Even though you're tired and not feeling very well. Her voice is comforting to listen to. You blink. She's your beautiful bully. Your rival. She's the girl you have a hopeless crush on. You blink. You remember coming to this party at her house. You just don't remember why you're resting on her lap...and why she's playing with your hair so gently...
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