Urgency. | Matthew Healy
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"What do you think, Matty?" Valerie sighs, trashing her last attempt at writing a song.
"I think we should kiss."
Valerie believes she is the kind of person that has fallen for the wrong kind of guys all her life, and tends to avoid relationships after having to go to extremes to maintain her previous unspoken affinities. Well, at least until the urgency of having Matthew Healy next to her came around.
*WARNING: STRONG LANGUAGE, SEXUAL CONTENT, DRUG USE*
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*Started writing 1/7/17*
PUBLISHED AUGUST 2, 2019.
FINISHED FEBRUARY 29, 2020.
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Achievements:
• #11 in Matthew as of 8/27/19
• #2 in Healy as of 8/28/20
• #1 in Detailed as of 1/23/20
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