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"jacket."
"who's jacket is that? because i'm sure it's not yours." hanna asks the dark-haired girl, chuckling slightly. emily does nothing but smile, averting her eyes to the other table beside the two in the library. you were sitting there, with your head in a heavy hazel-coloured book. "y/n?!" the blonde says, her mouth agape. "shhh!" emily said, putting her index finger up to her lips.
