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Luca Dugaro
Caera slammed her keys down on the counter.
“I don’t know who the fuck he thinks he is.”, she muttered to her empty apartment as she tossed her coat over the kitchen chair and made her way to the living room.
“Of all the asinine things.” Looking down at Liam’s text she throws her phone into the couch cushions.
“You’re the one with the girlfriend, Liam. This thing, this whatever we have? It’s always been there. But you’re the one that keeps running from it.”
“But me wait for you to, what? Sow your wild oats? Don’t hold your breath. “
Song
I will wait
Mumford and Sons
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