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So ya know in the last chapter when I said there was 4 stages. Turns out it's 6...
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It takes so long to get to my house To take me out Tonight, I'm gonna give you all my love in the back seat Bubble pop electric, bubble pop electric Gonna speed it down and slow it up in the back seat Bubble pop electric Uh-oh, in the back seat
Bubble pop electric Gwen Stefani ———●—————————- ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻
☁︎☁︎☁︎
(When u want to put a song but you can't ethnically say the artists name ☹️)
"No, don't say that." You felt angry and hurt. "Y-You can't die."
"Neither can you." She choked. Tears began to roll down her cheeks. "Remember the first day I met you?" She smiled.
You let out a sob of a laugh. "At a time like this, oh god it was embarrassing."
"It wasn't. It was funny." She said. "I remember that day vividly."
—flashback
You crept along the side of the house. It was dark meaning people were asleep. You found a small window
You walked, ducking your head before you were standing under the window.
Craning your neck you peeped inside. It was a bathroom window.
Seeing a few random bricks near a tree. You picked them up and piled them. Using it as a step.
You wore a balaclava. Your eyes and mouth was the only thing that was showing.
You stepped on the bricks. It slightly shifted under your weight. Holding in a breath you put your hands on the window. It was open meaning it was easier to get through.
