‘What if we don’t get put together?’ asked George, the summer breeze whisking his hair, freckled nose wrinkling against the chill of it.
Everything looked terribly bright from the Astronomy tower, and the brick was cold beneath their hands. May did not dwell in good weather and tonight was no different.
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WHY DID I READ THIS OH GOD ;~;
You’re killing me here. *sob*
tears everywhere
omg omg omg :’(