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Pinku Cat Cafe [South Park x Reader]

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Time 8h 9m

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The flight felt like it took days upon days to end... maybe it was because you felt too jittery to fall asleep for many hours and only successfully rested for about two. Your mother got you up at the asscrack of dawn (around 6:00 in the morning), and instructed you to get yourself ready. You didn't... really feel like yourself. From the lack of sleep to the jitters to the fact that you're leaving what you once knew... it just felt like a lot.All Rights Reserved

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Second Love by JL_Huxley

I'm cold. I'm alone. I'm not angry... at least not anymore. But here I sit. Alone. And Numb. You think on a Friday morning I would be at the office busy with phone calls, returning emails, meeting with clients, and proving to my boss time and time again that I'm his girl to get shit done...to close the deal like I've done so many other times. But after a year of completely throwing myself in my work, sleeping at the office because I refuse to go back to my apartment and using the typical excuse that I stayed late to work on a project, and becoming emotionless to everything and everyone around me, my boss has had enough. "Hannah, you need a vacation. And it's not negotiable."

She Walks Among Us by ecooney

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