*Isabelle POV*

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I shut the door after Simon leaves and I turn to face the mess I'm made trying to get to the door and dress myself in more than a tank top and underwear simultaneously. I can see exactly where I hopped around, shoving my leggings over my feet and legs, where I'd walked into my wardrobe whilst pulling my sweater over my head. my drawers had collapsed, clothes spilled everywhere. how is it possible for 1 person to make such a mess in 30 seconds? If the date goes the same way as this afternoon has then it's going to be a disaster.

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