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╭ ╮ ━━━ " 📂 " ..⃗. ༉
𝙍 𝙊 𝙈 𝘼 𝙉 𝘾 𝙄 𝙉 𝙂
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! chapter eighty-nine ─── ʚĭɞ
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The notebook had been discarded, balanced on the edge of the coffee table still open to the page filled with their conversation on the 15th of April the previous year.
The writings back and forth had been discovered by Miyeon long before, when she was flicking through the book and reminding herself of what they had written all those times of passing the notebook between each other, slipping it over the centres, twisting back in their seats when the teacher wasn't looking, sliding it under each other's noses.
They had almost gotten in trouble for it so many times, and often questioned the purpose of doing it. Like a Miyeon had pointed out, they had a groupchat - yet there was something about scribbling your conversations in tiny writing into the page of a notebook, or scraps of paper.
