How another would describe me: music junkie, lover of well-stitched cardigans and well-placed sighs. A persistent meddler that seems to move their legs, but never left a footprint once.

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See/ Up/ Higher;

May 18, 2024
I read what I know of the Ichibod series, For the nineteenth time, And so did she, And I wish I was the one who wrote the Ichibod series. Though I don't wish to know that pain personally. I at least wish he knew me, sigh. Let me see if I can hold the torqued…
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