f o r t y - n i n e
forty-ninth day of winter.
i got him a cupcake.
i don't know why.
but at least he chuckled.
"thanks, rae."
i just play with the hem of my sweater.
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the king & queen of summershade
Romans❝i don't like it.❞ ❝what?❞ ❝the fact that i like it.❞