Little things
- LETTURE 126
- Voti 10
- Parti 3
Thump.
I turned suddenly to the sound that interrupted my thoughts. Jack was in his chair slumping over the desk with his bag underneath him. He looked tired as he rubbed his eyes continuously and then glanced at me. I hadn't even noticed that I was staring at him. Oh God I look like a right weirdo. But fuck me.
Moral of the story Jack is a little ginger cunt.
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