nineteen.
Yesterday, I was not-so-discreetly watching you when something that nearly set my cheeks aflame happened.
The sunlight drifted in from the windows, and onto you. You, Parker Benedict Stykes.
I swear you looked like an angel when it hit you.
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rush mode. have to publish as many parts as possible today (:
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