Bottles of beer were scattered all around the wooden floor. Margo had surely missed the warm sensation of temporary happiness that flowed through her veins she hadn't felt in a long time. Well at least, the liquor could be there anytime she wanted.
(A/N: IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME :>)
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Paper Towns
Short StoryA glimpse Margo's life after Quentin's departure. Sequel (unofficial) to Paper Towns by John Green Ps. Each chapter barely reached 350 words.
