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" look here, june " you demanded.

i froze at the mention of my name. how it rolled off your tongue with a vibe.

i liked it.

i spun around, obeying your command.

a pencil. your sketchbook. you grinning.

that was what i saw.

with a start, i realised you were drawing me. quickly, i ducked away from your sight and covered my face.

a laugh resonated my ears.

your tingling laughter makes the inside of my stomach flutter.

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