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Perhaps it was when I started taking the bus to work every morning.
Or maybe when I started sitting on the far left side window seat that yielded the sights of the city skyline. Perhaps it all started when I received my first paycheck that late March evening.
Looking out the foggy glass, my breath clouding the looming buildings from view, I couldn't help but muse.
When, I wonder, had it all began?
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for a while, you're just you - sitting by the window and reading skz oneshots. Life is good, at least for a while.
✮⋆˙ ot8 one shots
✮⋆˙ might have occasional smut?
✮⋆˙ might also be bxb sometimes?
✮⋆˙ might as well make you cry.