i'd left several voicemails
on olivia's phone,
to which she had taken forever
to respond.
but i waited, giving her
the benefit of the doubt.
she'd come around.
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A/N
I'm sick. And weird. Andddd ditsy. And awkward. And kiddish.
I don't know. Ignore me.
I AM SIXTEEN YEARS OLD I SWEAR
Love always,
Abee
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Dancing With Olivia
Historia Corta❝she was gravity.❞ ᅳ all he wants is to make her happy. hopefully his love is enough. [ written in verse ] ➳ highest rank #862 in short story
