chapter five ; tomorrow

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"Hey Taylor!"

"Hello, Harry."

"I brought you tissues again!"

"T-Thank you."

"Now, please tell me what happened. Why do you cry all the time?"

"I can't tell you Harry. After you hear it, you're going to hate me."

"I'll never hate you! I promise!"

Silence.

"....I guess I'll meet you tomorrow."

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