He was curious.
She was confusing.
In theory, they worked.
In theory, it should've been perfect.
But, similar to probability, while theory can get you pretty damn close, it's never exact, never precise, and never works out like it's supposed to.
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Intersect. [MH] (Editing in Process)
FanfictionA Matty Healy fanfiction. CW; Drug use/abuse, mention of emotional abuse/breakdowns, sexual content, foul language. ** "Your thing is doors, yeah?" "I'm Matty by the way." "I'm Archer, what's your thing, Matty?" "Cocaine."
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