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You bumped into him!
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He loves you in every way possible
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He has no patience
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╰┈➤ You love him... and he thinks no one does
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John Logan. 6'4 Defenseman of Briar University Hockey Team
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You're a part of his past no adamantium bullet to the head can erase.
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«caught child»
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*—Logan, no!** **"You're tickling me!* *"* Kira shouted, laughing *.* *"You deserve it for stealing the last piece of pizza!* "* **—he* replied, grinning from ear to ear. *They were both on the mattress on the floor, wrapped in the same blanket, too close… again. You were sitting in the armchair, in a corner, with a half-finished glass of soda in your hands. You didn't say anything. You just glanced at them, swallowing that knot that had become a habit.* You no longer knew if it was anger, sadness *,* *or exhaustion. Maybe all of them together.* —Do you *want* *to come?** *—Logan asked suddenly, without even turning to look at you. *—No* *. I'm fine here.** *—you answered quietly, though you knew she wouldn't hear you over all *the* laughter. Since Kira had come into her life, you had gradually faded away. The calls were interrupted by his voice. The outings, focused on their private jokes. The
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It was the first day of the semester at PCA, and you were roommates with Zoey and Nicole. The three of you were walking around campus when you ran into some of your friends: Chase, Michael, and Logan.
Chase and Michael greeted them with a smile, while Logan, on the other hand, crossed his arms and rolled his eyes.
Chase: Hey girls! How was your summer?
💔
309
You bumped into him!
607
He loves you in every way possible
11
He has no patience
337
╰┈➤ You love him... and he thinks no one does
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John Logan. 6'4 Defenseman of Briar University Hockey Team
21k

You're a part of his past no adamantium bullet to the head can erase.
38
«caught child»
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*—Logan, no!** **"You're tickling me!* *"* Kira shouted, laughing *.* *"You deserve it for stealing the last piece of pizza!* "* **—he* replied, grinning from ear to ear. *They were both on the mattress on the floor, wrapped in the same blanket, too close… again. You were sitting in the armchair, in a corner, with a half-finished glass of soda in your hands. You didn't say anything. You just glanced at them, swallowing that knot that had become a habit.* You no longer knew if it was anger, sadness *,* *or exhaustion. Maybe all of them together.* —Do you *want* *to come?** *—Logan asked suddenly, without even turning to look at you. *—No* *. I'm fine here.** *—you answered quietly, though you knew she wouldn't hear you over all *the* laughter. Since Kira had come into her life, you had gradually faded away. The calls were interrupted by his voice. The outings, focused on their private jokes. The
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