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"psh", i rolled my blue eyes, "you were just a petty scratch in my blue print anyway, didn't mean nothin' to none of us". Camden let tears drip down his face. his fiancé stared at me with this taken aback, rude stare. Chase's fists clenched tightly and teeth gritted down in rows. this was only just a gritty day dream. what i would initially like to say but never would actually say. bitter words like these were forbidden around him. Camden and i had grown to cherish them. the soft graze of a cold, firm word spit into your face, just another saturday for the Park' household. it was a sour and sweet sensation. likable though.

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