✧;── 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗗 𝗦𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ──; ✧ white mode. font times new roman. smallest font size
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𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙊𝙁 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿
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⋆ ╤╤╤ ✯ ╤╤╤ ⋆ ┊┊┊┊✧ ┊┊ ┊┊⋆┊┊ ☪︎ ┊✭ ┊ ┊ ✯ ┊ ✧ ✵
"𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆. 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒉𝒐𝒍!"
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𝗹𝗼𝘂𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁𝘀 were heard from the other side of the glass doors, the teens not really paying any mind to it, them assuming that it was the next door store owner screaming at innocent children having fun with their water guns. they continued to talk to each other, most of them struggling with a major morning hangover after their long night of partying at estee's. delaney, fuckshit, ray, fourth grade and ruben sat on the old fake leather couch, waiting for stevie to show up so they could go skate as fuckshit sipped on his beer, his words slurring slightly as he consumed more and more liquor.
