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small city thoughts, & the undeniable homoerotic subtext that comes with living in the deep south. 2019-2021 © weeddazes
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Lingling had everything-success, wealth, and a woman who loved her unconditionally. But in her pursuit of greatness, she took Orm's love for granted, brushing off her affections as mere distractions. One night, exhausted from work, Lingling ignored Orm's calls, thinking they were just more of the same sweet nothings. The next morning, she woke up to dozens of missed calls and a voicemail that shattered her world-Orm had been in a terrible accident, and her last words were "I love you." Consumed by guilt and grief, Lingling spirals into despair, wishing for nothing more than a chance to go back-to love Orm the way she deserved. That's when she stumbles upon a mysterious, glowing four-leaf clover. A whispered wish, a flash of light, and suddenly, she finds herself thrown back in time-back to when Orm was still alive.

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