Hey there Delilah
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"Hey there Delilah."
"Yes Nick. That just happens to be my name."
"What's it like in New York city-"
"I don't know what's in like in New York city."
"Oh Delilah-"
"Nick, shut up."
"Make me."
Delilah Devine hates her name. Absolutely loathes it. Maybe if it had been something else Nick Popper might stop singing in her ear.
{a story written in conversations}
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