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i was at my usual, favourite spot.

"what are you doing?"

i looked up to see you. your charming, brown orbs, giving a dazzling reflection of the sunlight, caught my attention.

i shrugged, gesturing to my pile of worksheets.

that was such a weird question to ask.

poison ; short storyWaar verhalen tot leven komen. Ontdek het nu