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⊹₊⟡⋆ 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄

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⊹₊⟡⋆ 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 ..! ⊹₊⟡⋆

. ݁₊ ⊹ (The Bascketball Diaries) .. #

"because you and i we were born to live"

The fall air in New York was crisp, wrapping the city in a cool embrace

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The fall air in New York was crisp, wrapping the city in a cool embrace. The streets were littered with leaves, their colors ranging from bright amber to deep crimson, drifting like confetti on the sidewalks. A gust of wind rattled through the trees, carrying the unmistakable scent of coffee and roasted chestnuts. Inside the small café, tucked on the corner of a bustling street, the warmth of hot cocoa and fresh pastries provided a cozy refuge from the cold.

Lauren sat by the large glass window, watching as people passed by, bundled in scarves and coats, their breath visible in the chilly air. The city outside was beautiful, the golden hues of fall making everything feel alive. Yet, inside the café, things were still, quiet, the perfect place for conversation.

𝑨𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏'𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌

𝑨𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏'𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌

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Adrian slipped into the chair across from Lauren, shrugging off her jacket and smoothing back her hair as the barista brought over their drinks—two steaming cups of coffee, the aroma filling the small space. Adrian glanced out the window, admiring the view for a moment before turning to Lauren. “So, what’s this all about?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 ,  Jim carrollWhere stories live. Discover now