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by disastres

                                    
                                              WINTERTIDE.



                          hey, it's steven... again. i, uh, i went by your apartment this morning. door was unlocked, so i kind of let myself in because i thought i'd find you, but you weren't there, so... i left, by the way. i don't want you to think i'm lingering in your living room, smelling your sweaters or something. uh, well, i'm home now, so you don't have to worry. so, yeah, i locked your door, so none of your, uh, creepy ex-boyfriends just walk in looking for you. that'd just be ridiculous and obviously crossing the line... anyway... i miss you, lexa. call me when you can. bye. 



                          2017.02.22