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Yesterday, I was not-so-discreetly watching you when something that nearly set my cheeks aflame happened.

The sunlight drifted in from the windows, and onto you. You, Parker Benedict Stykes.

I swear you looked like an angel when it hit you.

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rush mode. have to publish as many parts as possible today (:

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