black lips ≫ h.s || AU
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❝Remember.❞ She said, taking the cigarette out of her mouth, smoke slowly flowing out.
❝The longer you wait for something, the more you appreciate it, and that's when you know, you truly deserve it.❞
And that's when I knew I deserved Angelica.
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