✧;── 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗗 𝗦𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ──; ✧ white mode. font times new roman. smallest font size
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𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙊𝙁 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿
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⋆ ╤╤╤ ✯ ╤╤╤ ⋆ ┊┊┊┊✧ ┊┊ ┊┊⋆┊┊ ☪︎ ┊✭ ┊ ┊ ✯ ┊ ✧ ✵
"𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒖𝒎... 𝒄𝒖𝒎?"
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𝗵𝗲𝗿 etnies slb's thumped against the heated sidewalk as she walked to the nearby skateshop, the middle of the board tucked under her arm with the trucks facing out. delaney was on her way to skate with ray, ruben, stevie, fourth grade and possibly— fuckshit.
approaching her destination, the uneasy girl instantly started to regret her decision to face fuckshit. glancing through the forward-looking, handprint covered window of the front door of the store, she spotted the certain curly-haired boy sitting on the old run down couch in front of the small television that played an episode of the fresh prince of bel-air. fuckshit was in his natural habitat— a half empty beer in his right hand and a freshly rolled joint casually held by his thumb and index finger.
