I Hate This, Reader
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"ɹǝdsɐɾ"
"i told you to stop texting, or typing at all, upside down like that"
"Shut up. Are you ready?"
"im not even ready for dinner"
"Senior year here we come!!"
"yay."
"No- YAY!!"
"youre a nerd and im blocking you, Stella."
"Nooonononononononono wait!!"
<blocked>
"j a s p e r"
"Stella i blocked you for a reason"
"And didn't block me on everything for a reason! Lets ace this last year of high school and have great lives!!!"
Stella, I can't even explain how hard that is for me. I can't explain it to anyone. I'm alone. Falling into a void. A pit. Darkness.
I'm Jasper, and I hate this, Reader
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