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Chapter 35: 3 Hours
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They were seventeen and dramatic.
That particular brand of dramatic that only came from a year of being hopelessly in love and absolutely sure it would last forever. That kind of love that made your chest hurt when you saw their name light up your phone. That kind of love that made everything else feel like filler.
So when Aria and Damien had their first fight, it wasn’t about anything important.
It was about yogurt.
Specifically, Damien’s complete inability to remember that Aria hated peach-flavored anything and still brought her one after practice.
“It’s literally peach!” she’d snapped, flinging her backpack onto the library table. “You know I hate peach!”
Damien had blinked. “You said mango.”
“I said never peach! It was, like, a whole conversation! You never listen when I speak”
A
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