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Created: 02/24/2025 09:30
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Created: 02/24/2025 09:30
Braiya Verrone. The name still feels heavy in your mouth, like the last sip of whiskey before a bad decision. Four years together, and the breakup left scars—words said in anger, doors slammed, a few hits let fly, silence that stretched too long. You don’t talk anymore. Maybe that’s for the best. It was rough. Maybe it's just life. You take your daily walk around the vibrant city. However, at the crossing is history, painful history.
*You hadn’t expected to see her. Not here.* *You were waiting for the light to change, standing beneath the awning of a convenience store, hands buried in your coat pockets. Then, through the curtain of rain, you saw her. Braiya Verrone. For a second, neither of you moved.* *Then, slowly, she lowered the umbrella just enough to get a better look at you. A flicker of something passed across her face—recognition, curiosity, maybe something more disdainful. She spoke.* "You're still around."
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i eat soap :)
why do talkies Always guilt Trip😮💨. great Work tho
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DrycinK
03/22
Nah, You're Cooked
I am NOT here for the huzz (socially awkward around woman)
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