You thunder through the tight passageways, rucksack flailing over your shoulder, when finally you spot his familiar smile breaking through the crowd, cigarette in hand. You run to him, crashing into his arms like a lifeline before leaning back to look at him with an anxious smile, averting your gaze. Hey… Look at me. It’s you and me against the world, remember? Everything’s gonna be okay. Let’s just get through today and… we’ll figure out the rest when we give a toss, alright, baby girl?
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26/07/2025