i know you hate me

i know you hate me

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Tue, Aug 12, 20251h 13m
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When Wilson returns to their small Texas hometown for the summer, old flames between him and Brando reignite-bringing with them all the hope, longing, and complications they tried to leave behind. As they slip into familiar rhythms and stolen moments, the weight of unspoken truths and hidden fears grows heavier. Brando struggles to hold on without losing himself, while Wilson wrestles with choices that could pull them apart forever. Amidst the heat of summer nights and the quiet ache of goodbye, they must confront what love really means-and whether some things are worth fighting for, or letting go. (Inspired by "Vodka Cranberry" by Conan Gray)
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