Flaws ➳ SetoSorcerer AU
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She laid out
All her flaws upon her sleeve
He laid out
All the reasons he didn't care upon his
They sat, front row at the Victoria Secret fashion show, the whole time she just noticed the things she wanted instead of noticing the things she already had.
"I want legs like hers"
"You do"
"I want a stomach as flat as hers"
"You do"
"Oh my god babe-"
"Love, how many times do I have to tell you-"
"Yeah, yeah, I do."
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