✧;── 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗗 𝗦𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ──; ✧ white mode. font times new roman. smallest font size
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𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙊𝙁 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿
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⋆ ╤╤╤ ✯ ╤╤╤ ⋆ ┊┊┊┊✧ ┊┊ ┊┊⋆┊┊ ☪︎ ┊✭ ┊ ┊ ✯ ┊ ✧ ✵
"𝒎𝒂𝒏, 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒊 𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒆."
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𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝗷𝗼𝗵𝗻𝘀𝗼𝗻 and the crew were standing outside of a metal gate, the cold, fresh air almost making their casually dressed figures shiver as they were playing a few rounds of rock paper scissors, the loser having to walk inside of the well recognizable house and get the ice-cold liquor the older teens were craving so much. the heavy beats of watermelon man by herbie hancock playing on estee's boombox was loudly heard by the next door neighbors, annoying them deeply, having to deal with yet another party thrown by the popular young girl.
delaney felt slightly uncomfortable once realizing that the teens were infact crashing the party where angela would probably be, jealously talking shit behind her back to the other girls who she would consider close acquaintances.
