𝐒 𝐂 𝐀 𝐑 𝐒
> "He's NO item," they whispered, a dark omen. "PLEASE don't like him," they pleaded, their eyes filled with knowing sorrow. "He DON'T wife 'em," they declared, their voices hard with experience. "He ONE NIGHTS 'em," they finished, a final, brutal truth. I ignored them, blinded by a foolish hope. Those warnings, thoug...