"I'm just a boy in broken skin."
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her voice was faint, he balled his hands into fists enclosed by the restraints of his pockets.
smoke stained the walls.
red wine soaked the carpet.
my mind is full.
he talks so fast,
you can smell liquor on her tongue.
the sound of bickering rings in my ears as my shoes grase the concrete.
the coffee shop is two blocks from here.
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pumpkin spice | l.s
Fanfictionin which harry notices louis sitting alone at a table with tears in his eyes and brings him a pumpkin spice latte after his shift. lowercase intended!
