ok but when my best friend told someone my secret about my weird Emilia Clarke shrine, i thought it was a joke. it’s a collection of old magazines, an inflatable dragon, and one of those life-size cardboard cutouts. how can i expect someone to understand my deep, spiritual connection to the Khaleesi if she’s never seen Game of Thrones? now my coworker is looking at me like i’m an overgrown toddler...
Story Name: "I Fled My Own Wedding When I Saw Him In The Front Row" Part 6 of 8 I’m frozen, my heart teetering on the edge of a cliff. Ethan’s eyes—deep ocean blue, filled with everything we once had and all that I lost—pierce through me. I feel my breath hitch, my vision blurring, the world spinning on its axis. “Madison, are you okay?” Claire whispers, her worried expression pulling me back. ...
no because I just found out my friend's hobby is creating detailed life-sized dollhouses of obscure historical events. now I cant look at them the same way. they brought one over, and I swear the little figures reenacted a medieval plague scene. what do you even say to someone whose favorite pastime is perfecting tiny historical catastrophes?
no because I just found out my friend's hobby is creating detailed life-sized dollhouses of obscure historical events. now I cant look at them the same way. they brought one over, and I swear the little figures reenacted a medieval plague scene. what do you even say to someone whose favorite pastime is perfecting tiny historical catastrophes?
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