โ โ โแฏ ๐ฟ๐๐ด๐๐๐ โ๐ฑ๐พ๐ แฐโงโ แตแต
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โ โ โแฏ ๐ฟ๐๐ด๐๐๐ โ๐ฑ๐พ๐ แฐโงโ แตแต
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her brows furrow as he stands, chest aching as he separates himself from her. a soft sigh exhaling from her lips, wishing she could push past her own boundary to just reach for him. it wasnโt until now that sheโd taken in the state of the room. it looked as if it had been . . .

a slow, sleepy blinks, a migraine teetering on the edge of forming. she really, ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฆ doesnโt want to deal with this right now. โokay. i donโt care,โ she murmured, turning on her heels to walk ahead of him again.

a frustrated sigh, the books held close to her chest. sheโs too tired to deal with this, and quite frankly, him in general. โthen stop.โ

โgive,โ she stated once again, her arms still held outwards.

she abruptly stopped in her tracks, turning to face him, โokay, iโll take it from here.โ she murmured, arms held outwards to retrieve the books.

at least heโs quiet, she guessed. he can seemingly never catch a hint, but she didnโt want to risk talking to him.

sheโs already walking ahead of him. sheโd rather keep her bag.

a slight scowl, shoving her books into his arms.

if heโll stop talking.