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ใ well, duh. ใ a heavy sigh, tongue doused in spite โฏโฏโฏ directed at the situation moreโฏso than at her friend. people cared to approach her at parties, but it was a challenge to be special in a spiritually messy hallway. ยป
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aria was still getting used to being back in rosewood, and with everything that has been going on it hasnโt exactly beenโฆ ๐๐๐ฌ๐ฒ. so many secrets were pilling up, and not all she could share *ฬฒ
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ยป closer, after all. unspoken or broken. ใ maybe it isnโt something bad. maybe she found some kind of clue about the situation. ใ thereโs a shrug, though she fails at indifference. her head droops low, ใ or maybe itโs bad. ยป
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ยป mom.. ใ she slows down, shoulder blade leaning against a locker slightly. ใ never mind. is this about ๐? did one of you guys receive a text message again? ใ
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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 girlsโ friendship had been far from simple when alison was present and A wasnโt, but it was more ยป
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catching up to @itgrled in the halls of rosewood high, walking beside her friend. โare you coming to spencerโs tonight? emโs gonna be there, too.โ it was probably important with how sudden *ฬฒ
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ยป complex than ever now. though the details were minimal, she knew it wasnโt a typical hangโฏout. no lovesick boyโฏtalk, no truth or dare, no sneaking out. only the secrets would never disappear.
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ยป the step closer is followed by an immediate step backward, is followed by a halfโฏhearted smile. all she can do now is improvise. ใ hey. itโs *๐ญeo, right? ใ
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wary, fingertips dabbing against each other in nervous motions. the blonde still slouches when sheโs not in heels; sheโs not sure if itโs just anxiety, perhaps dread, seeping through her lastโฏsecond, or if the weight of dread ยป
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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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ยป was somehow born from her consistent drooping. she at least keeps her posture straight, sucks in a breath. itโs too late to go back now, but she makes a mental note to at least ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ in the future.
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