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flicker (noun): a situation in which a light is sometimes bright and sometimes weak:
the soft flicker of candlelight
in which a girl with a harsh present becomes intrigued by a boy with a difficult past
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Contains themes that are considered mature, read at your own risk. (For 15+)
Trigger warning for anyone suffering with abuse, please read with caution and take care of yourself ❤️
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