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“Good idea We’ll get Dean to start a truth or dare gaer cock—”

“I don’t give a fuck about his cock”

“What if that hy she left?”

“It wasn’t”

“How do you know?”

“Really?”

“Yeah” I hug the blanket Every petty, iain, crying at a party because the guy I like is never going to like me back

Because there’s no one waiting at home to wrap their arms around me and promise it will be okay

I grew up taking care of myself

I can do it again

But it feels so good, letting Ryan take care of me

Letting him in

I can’t give that up

He brushes a wet hair behind h”

“Yeah?”