Chapter eleven

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Sunday. The last day of the weekend and the day before Monday. It is also a day where you lose track of time and tell yourself that you'll only sleep for ten more minutes, but you being the heavy sleeper you are, you miss your fucking alarm and now you're late for the date that you set up with your fake boyfriend.

Now you're left running around your room, trying to find your other sock that was there last night. Not to mention that your hair is still a mess, your teeth are still unbrushed, and it looks like there was a tornado in your bedroom.

Can you relate? Hope not

Rindou<3
How long does it take for you to get ready? 

Y/n
I'll be there in a second. Don't get your panties in a twist,

God, going out is hard.

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