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(why can't i look like her)

- Kalia's POV -

Bryce: "Princess, we are home." I open my eyes and see we are pulling into the driveway.

Kalia: "Why did u wake me up?" I groan. Life tip: never wake me up unless absolutley nesisary

(i cant fucking spell tf-)

Bryce: "Cus we are home?"

Kalia: "So?"

Bryce: "You need to walk in."

Kalia: "Carry me please."




































































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