2 weeks. 14 days. ☁︎ 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺. 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦. 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. 𝘕𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥. 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩. 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙. ☁︎ "Let me go." She struggled against his grip, as he had his arms tightly crossed around hers with her hands to her shoulders. "No." He whispered into her ear, pressing his chin against her shoulder to get his grip around her tighter. "Why not? I don't have a reason to stay." She growled. "And I don't have one to let you go." He whispered. ☁︎ 𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓣𝓸 𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓭 by your local anti-social
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