tom sat in his bed, another text from rose lighting up his phone. he didn't know what he was doing. why wasn't he texting her back.
that's when her last text came in. she loved him. loved. past tense now because he couldn't get his head out of his own ass.
he sighed in defeat, composing his text.
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roarin' 20's ; holland
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