Taylor Swift blasts from your speaker in the bathroom as you get ready, singing along to the lyrics. My book lays astray beside me as I listen, trying to commit every word to memory so I have something to mention to you. Itβs not like we donβt talk, we talk a lot. I just want interests. My feet shuffle as I walk to the bathroom door, opening it slightly. Youβre getting ready for another party. I watch, my eyes following your movements should you be going to this party?
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