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AT THIS MOMENT IN TIME, there is nothing Taylor Kennedy would have loved more than to stay home, eat horrible foods and bury herself under six feet worth of pillows on her couch. In fact, it had practically been calling her name, but that's the thing about being friends with Madelyn Bates--there was no such thing as quiet night in.
Especially after you declare your final departure from your cheating boyfriend.
The release of "So Long, London" acted as a just that--a sense of closure for Taylor. It seemed that now that the album had been released into the world, she could finally let go of all the baggage that had been weighing her down.
By now, the whole world knew of the hell she'd put herself through for years and she could finally attempt to move beyond her past and work on getting color back to her face.
And although Taylor hated every moment of it, she knew she owed to herself to at least try.
Suppose that's why she'd decided to inform Madi of the certain actor that had messaged her the other day. But, the older blonde was quickly regretting letting her in on that piece of information.
