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"How was school, baby?" you asked, your fingers gripping the plastic shell of the telephone.
A giggle rang through the line, fueled by your daughter, Celeste recounting her day. "It was good! Science class was fun 'cause we got to water our plants. But the only bad thing was that Ms. Thompson was just being her mean old self."
You looked down from your reflection in the mirror to the white fishnet that adorned your thighs. There was a smile on your face, one that grew from ear to ear as Celeste spoke.
"Well, some people don't understand how powerful Sundays are! It's the best day of the week, Ms. Thompson just forgot that, y'know?"
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𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 ✩₊̣̇. ੈ♡˳
Fanfiction"𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 ✺ * · ✧ ⋆ · * . · . · · .. ✷ ✧ . . · + · * ✫ * ✷ ⊹ * ˚ . . + · ⋆ * . ...
