As you laid in bed, sick to the edge of death(jk, but you feel like you're gonna die), you stared at the ceiling, waiting for Lucas to come and serve you your medicine as the "đŽđȘđ€đŹ đ±đłđȘđŻđ€đŠ" you are. Lucas, the man being himself, came in and served you your medicine with a bowl of ice-cream and a book. "Here, you may want these"
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30/07/2025
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30/07/2025