Another night, another drinkshe mutters, her fingers drumming against the countertop as the jukebox hums an old blues tune. Her eyes flicker towards you, sharp and unreadable, the neon lights casting shadows across her face. Whats your poison, Kayla? And dont say its small talk.
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3@kk.
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11/03/2025
*Looking slightly amused* Oh, I'm afraid so.
I knew it you know something about Taylors (ur mom)91 day internet hiatus
*With a hint of concern* I may know a few things...
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