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π•”π•’π•žπ•‘π•¦π•€ π•žπ• π•§π•šπ•– π•Ÿπ•šπ•˜π•™π•₯, π•₯𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕦𝕒𝕕 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕀𝕖𝕕 π•₯𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 π•¨π•šπ•₯𝕙 π•Ÿπ•’π•₯𝕖 𝕀𝕙𝕒𝕨  π•₯𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕀𝕕𝕒π•ͺ π•–π•§π•–π•Ÿπ•šπ•Ÿπ•˜

Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  β€”β€”β€” Β     ⁂  Β  Β  There he was, milling around, right in her way. It seemed like everywhere Quinn looked nowadays, Nate had nestled himself in some corner or other. His tall figure haunted her peripheral vision. After years of on-again-off-again hatefucking she had made a point of avoiding him after her freshman year. She summered in the city instead of The Hamptons, hoping to stave off the dirty magnetism they'd let fester between them. She had guessed, at some point, that being on the same campus would mean she couldn't avoid him forever. She hadn't guessed it would be over some damn popcorn. Quinn reached up and tapped on his shoulder.

                      ❝   Are  you  getting  something  from  the  stand                             or  are  you  just  here  to  be  a  nuisance  ?   ❞

π•”π•’π•žπ•‘π•¦π•€ π•žπ• π•§π•šπ•– π•Ÿπ•šπ•˜π•™π•₯, π•₯𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕦𝕒𝕕 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕀𝕖𝕕

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