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if you love me, don't let go
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Ongoing, First published Mar 26, 2020
Mature
At some point, you just have to let go - or so Yumiko keeps telling herself.

There was never any letting go of Magna.

. . .

 AU post 10x12 and it's going to be about 20000 words in total (I'm getting these crazy kids back together if it kills me)

Part 1 in my yumagna series 'your life was my life's best part'

Trigger Warning: reference to child sexual abuse and sucide (not Yumiko or Magna) and domestic violence. Nothing explicit.
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