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They left me with a boring day. "What? Didn't you heard Topher's girlfriend had broken up with him? I had to console my brother" he shrugged as he place with my duvet. "I didn't know you were a fan of BTS?" He said. I laughed, he has no idea. "A true ARMY for the matter of fact" I point out. From out of the K-pop, BTS are my favorite. There songs cheer me up and they are heck of a fûckin' crack heads. My mind finally realized something, he is trying to change the subject, but why? "Can I know more about Topher's girlfriend?" I asked him and he tensed up. I lay beside him on the bed.

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, Edin said looking at her. "You're always welcome", Erica said smiling. "What's the name of your cologne, I really like the scent", she said inhaling the scent. "Oh thanks, it's Black Emotion", he said with pride. "How much does it cost?", she asked again. "100 euro", he said. "That's quite expensive, anyway I will try and get it because I have fallen in love with it", she said laughing. "It's mostly for male while don't you buy Loveliness, it is the cologne Kira likes because I got it for her and I think you will like it too", he said remembering how I thanked him for it.

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"So what movie are we seeing?" Grace asked as Enrique drove. "It's a surprise, I just hope you haven't seen it already, though." Grace almost scoffed at that statement. She had hardly ever seen up to ten movies since Camila's husband passed. "I'm not really the movie type, so I couldn't have seen it," she replied. "Oh okay, then how about music. Do you like it? You seem like a fangirl of a boyband." "Really? Well, I'm kind of retro, I love Backstreet Boys, Westlife and NSYNC, they are my favorite," she smiled.

One thing he learned about being famous online is that it’s easy to disregard people, they won’t bug you if you don’t let them. The developer on the screen continued, “Private chats are classified into three tabs: Requests, Chatmates, and Blocked. Requests are those you’ve never replied to, Chatmates are those you’ve replied to, and Blocked are those you would never want to reply to again. Right girls?” The women inside the mall cheered loud this time.

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I whispered back, the shared heartache a balm at the moment—a reminder of the unbreakable bonds of our forbidden friendship. Winter's father began to speak at the front, his voice a shaky echo of authority as it cut through the hushed murmurs of the gathered. I listened to his words—a carefully constructed narrative of a daughter he believed he understood. But my heart rebelled against the portrayal of Winter as a flawless daughter surrounded by the constraints of perfect obedience. Winter was anything but. She was a force of nature, a rebellious spirit who charged headlong into storms of her own making. I averted my gaze out of respect for her family, unwilling to expose their grief to the