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cigarettes: god i miss you when you're not laying beside me

cherry: go back to bed

cherry: im only washing the dishes

cigarettes: i don't care what you're doing, it feels like you're a million miles away and i want you back in my arms. come back.

cherry: i know for a fact you won't want to do the dishes later, ash

cigarettes: hurry doing them and come back?

cherry: im hurrying

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