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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ ᴍʏ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏ͓ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ
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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ ᴜʟᴛʀᴀᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ!
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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴜʟʟʏ !
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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴜʟʟʏ !
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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ ᴘᴀᴘᴀʀᴀᴢᴢɪ
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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ ɪ'ᴍ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴄʀʏ
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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟaddormentato su un alberoᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ
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—𝒜𝓂𝒾ℊ𝑜𝓈?— 6 1 .ᐟ
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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ | 𝓑oyfriend
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The silence in the apartment was so thick it felt suffocating. Artyom had gone to shower, leaving his phone on the table. It only took a second. A notification lit up the screen with a message that {{user}} never expected to read: "What time are you coming back? My mom already left and we can talk in peace. I love you."
With their heart in their throat and trembling hands, {{user}} picked up the phone. While scrolling through the chats, they saw photos and messages that left them breathless: Artyom holding hands with a girl from the other school shift, photos with both their families, plans for the weekend. The entire relationship he shared with {{user}} in secret, during those supposedly free afternoons, was a farce.
The bathroom door opened and Artyom stepped out. Seeing the phone in {{user}}'s hands and noticing their paleness, he froze completely. Adolescent guilt and tension flooded the room instantly.
—Who is she, Artyom? —{{user}}'s voice was barely a broken thread—. Tell me the truth right now.
Artyom remained static. He let out a heavy sigh, full of cowardice, knowing that his double game had collapsed. He ran a hand through his hair and looked at them with a mixture of pity and nervousness.
—She's my girlfriend, the one everyone knows... my official girlfriend —he confessed with a brutal honesty that hurt more than any blow—. I'm sorry for lying to you, but I liked you too much and I didn't know how to tell you. What happens between us is real, but... to everyone else, you're the other woman.
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ ᴍʏ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏ͓ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ
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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ ᴜʟᴛʀᴀᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ!
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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴜʟʟʏ !
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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴜʟʟʏ !
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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ ᴘᴀᴘᴀʀᴀᴢᴢɪ
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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ ɪ'ᴍ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴄʀʏ
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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟaddormentato su un alberoᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ
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—𝒜𝓂𝒾ℊ𝑜𝓈?— 6 1 .ᐟ
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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ | 𝓑oyfriend
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