chapter 2

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Riley
After work, I changed back into my clothes and left the hotel, heading to class. I took the train for 15 minutes before walking up the steps and onto the sidewalk, my apartment, right there. I walked in, setting my coat down.
your apartment:

 your apartment:

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Okay soo, I picture the place to be like, the door in the kitchen is the front door and once you walk in, your in the kitchen area, and right across from you is the living room, n once you reach the couch, you look to the right and there is your b...

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Okay soo, I picture the place to be like, the door in the kitchen is the front door and once you walk in, your in the kitchen area, and right across from you is the living room, n once you reach the couch, you look to the right and there is your bedroom area. :)

I sighed and connected the big Bluetooth speaker to my phone, and played music from back in high school. I didn't fuck with this weird shit they play now. Gen Z was by far the best, and I'm honored to have been apart of it. bean (kobe)- Uzi (ft. Chief Keef) played on the speaker, blaring throughout the whole place. I looked on the counter, where my mail from this morning was. I grabbed a bottle of water and started going through the envelopes.

Bills, Bills, Ads, Bills again...invitation? I opened it and read the note mentally.

Riley Cosentino,
You are invited to join the wedding of Amanda White and Alejandro Rosario.

I spit out my water, wtf.

Please RSVP as soon as possible, but before the date of March 3rd. Thank you.
                                                               Sincerely,
                                                 Mr. & Mrs. Rosario.

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