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i'd hate to be the one to break it to you, but tiktok can't replace a licensed professional.
depressed? definitely. delusional? the jury's still out on that one.
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and you need a therapist. do you want the number to mine?
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does NOBODY believe in romance anymore? π€
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a breathy chuckle escapes his lips as he hangs onto her every last word, the return of her playful teasing causing his heart to radiate a steady beam of love brighter than the fucking sun itself.
before the door can shut behind him, he takes this fleeting moment as an +
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Her features softened as she listened to him speak, feeling her heart race at the mere thought of being in his mind, knowing he spent his vacation just to buy some simple peaches.β β
β In that case, Iβll make two different fruit β >
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+ swallows his declaration of love in favor of spending another hour or two alone while they still could.
the second he's left to his own devices, his surfboard nearly crashes to the floor as he grips the wooden railing β his eyes squeezing shut to avoid so much as a stray +
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due to his newfound state of isolation, conrad was utterly clueless about what had unfolded back in cousins. to his knowledge, belly and jere had pledged their love to one another at the altar and were more than likely on a honeymoon paid off by his father.
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+ sleep from his eyes to answer the door, he's expecting the mystery guest to be agnes coming to him with a late night crisis.
the sound of belly's voice echoing in his ears, let alone the mere sight of her, is enough to convince him that either he was having an extremely +
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once again, his veins are flowing with a fatal mixture of guilt and pure adrenaline. he's never been the one to play with fire, but what left does he have to lose?
( . . . his sanity, perhaps. )
he should be plunged in the brisk waters of the morning sea by now, but his +
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She stayed lost in thought, lightly tapping her fingertips against the wooden door.
Her mind wanted to accept the offer, knowing it wasnβt wise to share space with him, but her heartβ¦ her heart, for some reason, longed for that closeness and >
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+ debilitating at this point.
". . . there should be some fresh peaches on the counter. i was just driving around and passed by that stand and i dunno. . . i figured it would be an early wedding gift." he admits with a sheepish grin, his chest visibly rising and falling with +
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when they were younger, conrad always assumed he held a soft spot for taylor due to her tether to belly. however, now that they were adults, both seemingly entangled in a web of heartache, he's starting to wonder if they're kindred spirits of some sort.
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+ much as he does and always will.
"i was planning on not totally destroying my liver before the wedding." he mutters in response with a wry chuckle, his gaze flittering towards her for a brief moment before revealing a neatly rolled joint that was tucked behind his ear. +
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