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I've been here 60 years and I'm still not bored There's absolutely nothing that I can't afford And I've found that almost everything is made of cardboard And there's absolutely nothing I can't sing with weird chords and I can run faster with no wind resistance
no wind resistance! kinneret
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"(Y/n)?" Victors voice brought you out of your shocked thoughts.
"I just- I need a minute." You lifted up a singular manicured finger before turning around and making a beeline for the exit.
The cold air felt like a holy grail when kissing your face. You lent against the railing by the front door.
A hand to your sweaty head trying to stop your dizziness.
"Oh man, you don't look to good." You heard a feminine voice say.
You tilted your head to see a girl holding a lit cigarette and solo cup both in one hand.
She had feathered brown hair and green eyes underneath her thick lashes.
"You don't say." You mumbled. "I'm (Y/n)."
"Veronica's the name, say, what's got you looking glum?" She joined you, also leaning on the rail.
"Boys."
"Ugh, let me guess, trouble in paradise?"
"You have no idea." And so you explained the recent events to the new stranger.
"Wait, what are their names?"
"Rodrick's my new ex, Isaac is my old ex who we, y'know and Victor is the one who asked me out." You clarified.
