yuli
a month has flown by, and march greets her with more loneliness. she sits in her dorm room hallway, watching people laugh and talk and have fun. she could be making friends, or trying to forget about vivian with a new hookup... she had told yuli to deal with her shit, but she can't.
she watches atília carry a biology textbook with a notebook and chatter with a purple-haired girl as they slip into his room.
she sighs.
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the progress project [3]
Short Story❝ i'm sorry. ❞ ❝ okay. ❞ ❝ so what, you say anything else? i apologized. ❞ ❝ that doesn't mean ...
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