The airport is huge. I keep glancing over my shoulder to make sure dans still at least 4 feet behind me. Or closer.
Sorry for the really long wait. My phones gonna die tho so I'll post more at home.
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Purpose || phan (book 2)
Fanfic"Hello?" I pant. "Is this Phil Lester?" Someone's on the other end. I gulp. "Yes." "We have news on..." I hear papers ruffle in the background. "Uh...Dan Howell?"
