andra

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Jack kicks the door shut behind him and sits on top of one of the planters. I follow his lead, hissing a little at how chilly the cement is beneath my woefully thin jeans. Wordlessly, he takes off his jacket and hands it to me.
andra
the fact that he’s mad at her but automatically gave her his jacket bc shes cold oH
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