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-𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗬^ 𝗙𝗜𝗩𝗘- ❝【𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓐𝓻𝓮 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓓𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓰?】❞
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ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ ❛ It's not like I told you I jerked off on the bench to a photo of you or something. ❜ *+:｡.｡ ｡.｡:+*
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[𝓨—/n] was about to lose her mind. It had been so long since she'd last seen her boyfriend and the loneliness was starting to kill her.
She gazed up at the ceiling—unable to fall asleep. It was 2am, and she desperately wanted to FaceTime Hinata to pass the time, but she knew he'd be sleeping.
Even if he wasn't, that would only upset her even more. Because what was he doing up so late? Was he talking to someone else that wasn't her? Why didn't he call her instead, or at least send a text?
There were so many questions she needed answers to, so just to be sure, she FaceTimed him anyway.
If he answered she was going to beat his ass when he came back because there was no plausible explanation for him being up at 2am and not talking to her.
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