Imagine this- tw death

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(K will be me)
Lydia: K!!!!! Wook!!!
K: hm?
Lydia: I dwew dis!!!!
She gave me a picture
K: what is it? It's uh- dark-
Lydia: is a ded body!
K: ...ok- um- where Kuroo at-
Then she got a lecture and shit about how we can't do that because it gave me bad memories next time I fronted and stuff-

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