Nomori took a deep breath as she walked up to the mansion. After the ball, they'd exchanged numbers, and gotten to know each other. And now, she was going to confess.
Do you how do? I use any pronouns :) Get in losers, we're going napping
“Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.
I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.” — Richard Siken
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