₊˚ପ⊹ adaia 🪷 (taylor’s version) ✧ ˖ -͙˚

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panic, he releases my hair, grasps a fistful of my jeans, and cuts them from behind. Crimson explodes on his palm from the glass and drips all over my thighs—warm, dark red, and absolutely fucked up. But he doesn’t seem to care about
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