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“This song really is a bop,” I say quietly to myself as Sabrina’s voice fills the cab.
pls i love him already
“You’re fucking mine, Everly. You can slap whatever label on it you want.”
“Yours.” His voice is little more than a growl. “I’m yours.”
She might be mine, but she owns me. Irrevocably.
