the moon cast a bright light across my street, allowing me to see almost everything in a kind of creepy lighting.
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smoke » septiplier
Fanfictionsean watches the boy on the balcony across the street every night. he wishes he could speak to him. [one sentence at a time story.]
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the moon cast a bright light across my street, allowing me to see almost everything in a kind of creepy lighting.
