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Joey Bragg @JoeyBragg
Wishing you both a fast recovery!
@amblervictoria @creakymikey
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joey @joeyisindanger
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you're so weird bro

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lexy ! @bigbootylex
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leave her alone

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gia 👽 @needyship
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how are they going to see this joey 😍

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kelly | support 📌 @tomyneedy
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????? are you dumb

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felix 🤍 @felixmontiago
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they don't like you

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april <3 @thatbitchapril
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didn't you cheat
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Joey Bragg @JoeyBragg
Replying to @thatbitchapril
No.

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perry 🐻 @callingallflynns
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U weird as fuck y'all haven't interacted
in years and this the time u choose to
reach out ? Take a hike

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kim :) @xohdlmbutido
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please delete this.

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cam @needingflynn
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Fall off a cliff quickly

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luddy @HABITSOFHDLM
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i guess......

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faith 🧚‍♀️ @fairyfaith
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y'all do not even follow each other on
this bird app but ok

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regina @RegFlynn
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They don't like you fatass!

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real life!

Barren. Cold. Sickly. Adira's eyes dart from left to right, taking in Vicky's face, her laboured breaths, and the bare white walls. A single plant sits on a table in front of her; its green leaves contrast the dreariness of the room. She fidgets on the yellow chair, and her ears tune into the faint murmurs of the busy hospital: the clacks of keyboards; the shuffle of busy feet; the grunts of aggravated workers; and the wails of pained patients, etching themselves on her memory as a gross reminder of life that could have been.

"How's"—Vicky takes in a shaky breath, struggling to break the uneasy silence—"Mikey?"

Vicky's eyes are swollen and bruised, shining proudly as a rainbow of black and purple. Her neck brace sits snug. Like a brown puddle, her hair sprawls across her pillow. She drips with sweat, droplets rushing down her face. And Adira looks at her as if she is a lifeless soul, simply taking up space. "She's not awake yet, but Robbie's with her."

Vicky bites her lip. "It should be me, not Mikey," she mutters, raising her brows when Adira says nothing. "Adira?"

"It shouldn't be either of you," Adira retorts, clenching her jaw. "I'm not going to choose which one of my best friends should be in a hospital bed."

Vicky sighs. "I didn't ask you to do that."

"Good, because I wasn't going to."

Vicky lets it rest, and the wave of curiosity that had been thawing at her in the weeks she laid awake within the confines of her bed hits her, so she says, "Also, I heard Joey was here."