Taylor lived two days – one day and nineteen hours to be precise – in complete peace and harmony, without the indulgence of any man, media or madness. She danced around her New York apartment, played with her cats, baked lots of unhealthy delicacies that she planned on burning out later. She dyed her hair to a lighter blonde, getting halfway rid of the infamous bleachella bob, all the while imagining that she was shedding off her months old baggage. She bathed in the experience of freedom, convincing herself that she was better off being alone.
Then Joe called. Once. Twice. And thirteen times.
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FanfictionAll she wants is to have somewhat of a peaceful life but that's wishful thinking when you're a ten-time Grammy award winner. Taylor Swift's already drama-filled life gets more complicated as she searches for a way to get rid of her boyfriend of one...
