sometimes babygirl is a bug and or a dead author
- Leituras 104
- Votos 2
- Capítulos 1
"But please, do not tell me your name, lest I get attached, just additional burden in the face of our inevitable parting."
You awake, drenched in rain, on a street, alone at night.
How did you get here?
Where did you go?
Where did you come from,
Cotton Eye Joe.
Franz Kafka x reader
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