Midnight Calls // PrivateFearless ff♡
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WARNING: THERE WILL BE CUSSING IN THIS STORY!!
- "They look at each other like they were almost lovers,
like they should have kissed and made love and
laughed in bed together, but they chose to stay friends
instead. They look at each other with what ifs and could
haves and hearts full of regret"
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