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Rất tiếc! Hình ảnh này không tuân theo hướng dẫn nội dung. Để tiếp tục đăng tải, vui lòng xóa hoặc tải lên một hình ảnh khác.
"this shit feels like teenage fever" TEENAGE FEVER drake
Rất tiếc! Hình ảnh này không tuân theo hướng dẫn nội dung. Để tiếp tục đăng tải, vui lòng xóa hoặc tải lên một hình ảnh khác.
"I'll see you later tonight?" Aella asks through the passenger seat window holding tightly onto her bag. Mike nods with a passing smile, hands still on the wheel. "Call me if you need anything." She reminds as she turns around and heads for her door.
She doesn't hear Mike pull away until she safely locks the door, sighing as she drops her bag and rushes over to her couch. She kicks her sneakers off and lays down at her back to stare at her ceiling.
"Susie! Stop running!" Aella's father yells from the table. Susie immediately stops, crossing her arms in annoyance and walking back towards her father.
She plants herself with a small 'hmph' and looks over at Aella who was eating at her pizza. "Here." Aella offers, putting the plate in front of the blonde girl. She smiles and pulls it towards her.
"Stay here, don't let your sister out of your sight." Aella's father points at her. She nods as he stands up and heads towards the man in the very corner of the restaurant.
"Daddy's boring." Susie mumbles, putting her pizza back down. "I know. Between you and me, he's always been a grumpy old man." Aella smiles through her Cuban accent. Susie giggles.
