Pillows and Hoodies
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- Parts 15
Ongoing1h 52m
Last published Sun, Sep 3, 2023
Seated on a couch two spaces apart. Minding their businesses like they don't know each other.
They're childhood friends but rarely speak to each other, at least for the guy. But when they're together, everyone notices a certain closeness. And any single one who sees them would attest that there's just something between them that can't be explained.
Electricity. A spark.
A deep feeling even when they're spaces apart.
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