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maybe a little less of that —

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to express my thoughts

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no.

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why do you speak sometimes

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are jorts the move

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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ﹠ 𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐀𝐇'𝐒 BROTHER

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the core 2

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embarassing for both really.

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her voice was loud, but she smiled seeing them.

“there’s no way — wait you’re back?”

quickly she asks running up to them hugging them tightly.

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everyday she wanted to leave even more. envying those who had the guts to go. of course — she had the ghoulies, but it wasn’t the same.

eyes were scanning over her notebook as the bell to pops rang, her eyes glanced up for a moment only to see a familiar face.

“jess?” +

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she knew how people felt about ghoulies, the divide that belonged in riverdale. to be fair — she was the few who maybe, had a conscience.

“tell you what, i’ll come to your next game if you can come to the house of dead with me friday night”

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at board games and was terrible against her at video games. even now with their lives so different, things didn’t change. the ghoulies however were her main priority— something she belonged to in a place she never felt she did. +

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to say the least i hope you don’t get
herpes

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i will stop one day but that day isn’t today

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do you ever stop being like this ?

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anyone wanna kiss or whatever

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at all tonight, just the old folks”

beth grinned pushing the drink over to indy.

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what does a struggling writer do? give up. so she did — working at a bar now to pay for the rent on her place was all that she had going. she didn’t write much anymore except stories that quickly filled her head.

“it doesn’t seem like we will be having a big crowd +

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“okay, i’m three shots down and i finally got the blunt rolled, ready for a hit?”

she asked leo as she sat down on her bed after the long day.

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she always did wonder, how could they have associated with one another. he was patient and sweet and she was the complete opposite. it didn’t matter to her though, she enjoyed his company and it was rare she enjoyed most people’s. +