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“Mom, he literally looks like he just rose from the dead. I’ve never seen a person that color in my life. He might as well be made of clay.”
Mood.
It’s no wonder rates of depression spike around holidays. That’s when people spend the most time with their relatives.
You never forget your first love. Especially when he’s also your worst nightmare.
“Do you think it’s fate that we keep meeting this way?” “No, I think I did something terrible in a past life, and you’re the punishment. Please go back to your own table.”
