He ran down the side walk, pushing up his glasses with the palm of his hand. Once he made it into the park, half expecting you to be standing there with your arms crossed, giving him an annoyed look for being so late. But you werenโt this time. He looked around, his eyes falling on you sleeping, your head resting on your arms, sitting at the picnic table. With a devious ๏ฟผsmile, he walked over and sat down next to you, poking you. โCome on, wakey wakeyโ
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2Lochlyn Bird
25/04/2025
โCosmoโ
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25/04/2025