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You said, Dani, your best friend, your other half, your partner in crime, your partner-in-all-things, Dani, would you rather be a pop star or save the world?
And Dani, your roommate, your other brain cell, your flutter-beating heart, had said, Fucking, be a pop star.
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Wish this were different. Wish there were, improbably, a bed involved.
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They all knew Yoonchae for three months before they met her. Nobody else has any idea what Megan means by this.
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Manon has been missing for sixteen days.
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"Sophia, there is some kind of fucking ghost in you."
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it was missing like, noise. get some stomps and claps up in that bitch, idk lol, Manon texts a week later. but i could give it another listen this weekend if youre free
The simple thing to do here is to send the audio file and not be free. But Lara’s never been a simple girl. It’s all about being polarizing, pushing boundaries, sending a message. And the message she sends is:
down if ur down. saturday after 3
Or: Lara loves music. Manon is her ex. Both of these things are mostly true.
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“You’re blushing,” Lara repeats, whispering, and settles her hand smack dab in the middle of Megan’s stomach, fingers splayed out. Right under her shirt.
Megan inhales sharply. She’s ninety-five percent sure Lara can feel her heartbeat thudding erratically beneath the expanse of her palm.
“Shut up.”
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akademeia by maybonne for infernal
Fandoms: SoftBank's Next 30-Year Vision (2010 Corporate PDF)
25 Oct 2022
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Some questions have been raised re: the golden retrievers.
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15 Oct 2025
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"Incredibly depressing song choice, babe."
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12 Oct 2025
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butter churning subroutine and surrounding phrases
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Letty looked at Mia’s hands on the wheel, at the pale polish chipping off her thumbnail. The sun was low, catching the side of her head. Her hair was longer. Her face was the same, or maybe it wasn’t.
If there was a third thing she had learned, it was this: when you took something from a Toretto, it came with a catch. Dom had said, listen, I got this plan, and then she'd been staring down twenty to life. Mia pulled up in a powder-blue Plymouth, and Letty belonged to her again, just like that.