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One night Valentine finds herself on the balcony of a stranger's house at a party with even more people she barely knows.
Yet there is one person she knows very well and who's maybe even the sole reason she came here in the first place.
Vincent went to a party to drown his sorrow surrounded by people who know him too little to care and just well enough to give him free alcohol for the purpose of fun.
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this story has been rewritten as far as it was published before and now I'll try and continue it a consistently as possible :)
(hahah what a fucking joke )
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