The Autobiography of Lola
Chapter 7
𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉 2, 2019:
𝑬𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒚 2
Sign of times song by Harry Styles
𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆; 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒍𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒉... 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆.
𝑰 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒎 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝑮𝒐𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑮𝒐𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒍𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆, 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕. 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒖𝒍𝒕. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒏𝒐 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅.
𝑩𝒖𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒍𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍. 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 '𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍' 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆; 𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒍𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔.
𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒚, 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎, 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈.
𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓, 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆. 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒐𝒎 𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒔𝒐 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝑶𝒍𝒂 (𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒃𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓) 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓.
𝑨𝒔 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆, 𝑶𝒍𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍. 𝑺𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆. 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒍𝒂; 𝑰 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑶𝒍𝒂'𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍.
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The Autobiography Of Lola
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