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jonas whitney adam kara driskill audra

 
someone, please, wish me luck; for so far, nothing has been working out

in the last pressing minutes, i feel a tear ripple away from my anger, as the girl on the couch reaches news that edward feels like shit. i walk to the car, the rain drizzles on my already damp day, and i feel worse when i open the door.

i should have felt happy, not mad, not annoyed, not shitty.

i hope i dont screw this up, i hope i dont mess up my one chance to have this great occasion.

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 ::: posted by Eddie at 7:40 PM


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