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a group of friends reconvene for a final night together at their childhood hangout spot.
๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ญ๐๐:
29.06.20
๐๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐๐:
03.07.20
๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐๐:
01.12.24
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Copyright ยฉ 2020 by gldnsuns
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This is a work of fiction. All characters and events in this publication, other than those in the public domain, are fictitious, and any resemblance to the real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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dedication:
this is dedicated to TamaraMensah
and her story Afrohours. it's a
banging story that stuck with me
on another levelโdo check it out!
Surrounded by the synchronous sway of wheeled dancers to the nostalgic beats of '90s black culture, Rollacity Skating Rink was an honored monument of these group of friends' childhood.
Reuniting one last time together, years later, to relive the fond reality it held before it was shut down for good, the six friends reconvene at the same booth they always used to chill in. The remnants of the retiring rink ignited a storm of homesickness of all the memories created, leaving them to endure the elephant of unresolved difficulties that still remained within each couple.
Everything is laid out on the purple, circular table. But, despite tensions running high, would it be a surprise if a little jukin' to everlasting classics could save the night, just like it used to?
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โ ๐๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ข ๐๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง
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โ ๐๐ณ๐ซ๐ฒ๐๐ก ๐ฐ๐๐ฅ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฌ
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ โ
โ ๐ฃ๐๐ฆ๐๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐๐๐ฎ
'๐๐/ '๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐:
my boo - usher, alicia keys | take you down - chris brown | i used to love h.e.r. - common | use your heart - swv | lonely - akon | swing my way - k.p & envyi | let's get married - jagged edge | feenin' - jodeci | tell him - ms. lauryn hill
'๐๐/ '๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐:
funny seeing you here - jack harlow | don't make it harder on me - chloe x halle | u say - goldlink, tyler, the creator, jay prince | temptation - ryan trey | juke jam - chance the rapper, towkio, justin bieber | right my wrongs - bryson tiller | wet dreamz - j.cole | mine - beyoncรฉ, drake | adorn - miguel
This story is based off of the lyrics of Chance The Rapper's Juke Jam (feat. Justin Bieber & Towkio). This song is always gonna be a masterpiece and has a special place in my heart for the amount of contentment it brings me, bro. I've been wanting to write a song-inspired short story for a while and I've finally gotten to doing it.
The gifs look a lil' blurry, which I tried to fix, but, since these gif apps are enemies of progress, I gave up for my sanity, because it was literally about to kill me. So we gon' be working with these foggy ass gifs. All for the aesthetic!
This story is rated ๐ฆ๐๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ with:
strong language,
sexual references.
without further ado, do enjoy.
~ ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ง๐ฌ.
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