our broken trust; c.l

our broken trust; c.l

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"If this is the type of trust we are going to live by, then I don't want anything to do with it. We may as well call it our broken trust, because I am done." - transferring schools is hard, especially when you have a traitor breathing down your neck every day and the worst part is that you don't even know they are one. [ this story needs to be edited majorly and is, in my opinion, clichè af to start with so read at your own risk okay bye ] cover creds to the beautifully talented @vhoedka
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