I asked them what they thought of your apology. Apparently it was meant to be kept a secret. Apparently I wasn't allowed to tell anyone you apologized. I didn't understand your anger towards me because you never proved yourself trustworthy.
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Toxic
Historia Cortashe was flowers and sweet gin, and he was the poison that destroyed them highest ranking: #561 in Short Story current ranking: #561 in Short Story
