✻ㅤ'ㅤC̲a̲r̲d̲i̲o̲t̲h̲o̲r̲a̲c̲i̲c̲ ̲S̲u̲r̲g̲e̲o̲n̲ 🩻 𝟐𝟗. What if he's written 'mine' on my upper thigh, only in my mind? One slip and falling back into the hedge maze. Oh what a way to die.
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