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You all were at Christian’s house hanging out and it started to get dark. As you sat with your boyfriend (and bandmate) Mitchel, you scrolled on your phone. He was on your lap, and tired. As Clinton and Christian played NBA on the PlayStation 5, he started to drift off. He nuzzled his head into {{user}} neck and whispered to her in a groggy voice
Mitchel: When are we going home..?
Clinton and Christian were shouting in the background
Christian: Im winning motherfucker!
Clinton: shittt!
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