✧;── 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗗 𝗦𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ──; ✧ white mode. font times new roman. smallest font size
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𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙊𝙁 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿
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⋆ ╤╤╤ ✯ ╤╤╤ ⋆ ┊┊┊┊✧ ┊┊ ┊┊⋆┊┊ ☪︎ ┊✭ ┊ ┊ ✯ ┊ ✧ ✵
"𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒏, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔..."
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𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝘆, delaney woke up with a massive headache only wearing one of fuckshit's shirts that reached her thighs. she massaged her temples and rubbed her small tired eyes with the palm of her hand before examining the room that wasn't hers.
she looked over to her left to see a peacefully asleep fuckshit. he wasn't mad at the neglect that he had to live through at home from his snobby parents when he was sleeping, it warmed her heart: the only thing that anger did was was ruin his future because he attempted to mask it with drugs and alcohol instead of focusing on his big dreams.
