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6. A Nightmare In Reality

Penulis: Mmeso Writes
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-06-19 03:11:44

Elowen

It had to be a dream.

Please tell me it’s a dream.

In fact, a nightmare.

Whoever said “be careful what you wish for” deserved a Nobel Prize.

There was a time in my life when I wanted a sibling. You know, someone to talk to.

Someone to annoy. Someone to protect me from our emotionally constipated parents.

Apparently, the universe heard that prayer and said: Sure, Elowen. But let’s make him the most arrogant, insufferable, emotionally unavailable jerk you’ve ever met.

And b
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