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〝 well, duh. 〞 a heavy sigh, tongue doused in spite ⎯⎯⎯ directed at the situation more⎯so than at her friend. people cared to approach her at parties, but it was a challenge to be special in a spiritually messy hallway. »
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aria was still getting used to being back in rosewood, and with everything that has been going on it hasn’t exactly been… 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲. so many secrets were pilling up, and not all she could share *̲
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» closer, after all. unspoken or broken. 〝 maybe it isn’t something bad. maybe she found some kind of clue about the situation. 〞 there’s a shrug, though she fails at indifference. her head droops low, 〝 or maybe it’s bad. »
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» mom.. 〞 she slows down, shoulder blade leaning against a locker slightly. 〝 never mind. is this about 𝘈? did one of you guys receive a text message again? 〞
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curls waft at the snap of head, toward aria, apprehension overpowering the curiosity that seeps into her, deep and continuous; the girls’ friendship had been far from simple when alison was present and A wasn’t, but it was more »
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catching up to @itgrled in the halls of rosewood high, walking beside her friend. “are you coming to spencer’s tonight? em’s gonna be there, too.” it was probably important with how sudden *̲
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» complex than ever now. though the details were minimal, she knew it wasn’t a typical hang⎯out. no lovesick boy⎯talk, no truth or dare, no sneaking out. only the secrets would never disappear.
〝 i mean, i have to⎯⎯⎯ my »
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» the step closer is followed by an immediate step backward, is followed by a half⎯hearted smile. all she can do now is improvise. 〝 hey. it’s *𝘭eo, right? 〞
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wary, fingertips dabbing against each other in nervous motions. the blonde still slouches when she’s not in heels; she’s not sure if it’s just anxiety, perhaps dread, seeping through her last⎯second, or if the weight of dread »
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lifting gaze from his copy of grapes of wrath , sunken hazel eyes blinking slowly . lids squinting slightly at the presence of * @itgrled ; a face he had not expected in front of his perch on a bench .
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» was somehow born from her consistent drooping. she at least keeps her posture straight, sucks in a breath. it’s too late to go back now, but she makes a mental note to at least 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 in the future.
〝 um⎯ 〞 »
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