┌BROKEN CHILDREN┐
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harper when you and her and a bunch of others are playing spin the bottle in front of the fire. she spins it, chewing at her lip as she awaits for the person in which would capture her lips with their own. then the bottle stops on you and she glances at you with the smallest of smiles on her face, the flames reflecting off of her skin.
" come here then beautiful. "