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i h URT

PLS FORGIVE ME I WILL HOLD U

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w TF th is is m ean

I’M SORRY PLS LOVE ME

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“You’d want to stay clear of that place. It’s no sanctuary.”

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addictdead replied to your post: i get so sad over liza tho...

saaame mAN

come, come, we can cry together over what coulD HAVE BEEN

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‘ hey!! ’ a quick run and some alone time is all she wanted. walkers were unavoidable, that was obvious, but she wasn’t expecting to run into anybody alive. ‘ what the h e l l are you doing all alone out here? ’

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School was over and Connor was one semester away from finishing his pre-law undergraduate degree before moving back to the east coast for law school. But today, today he’d taken his last final this semester and he and his classmates were going to celebrate before they all went home for the holidays. The plan was to go to the bar and get shit-faced. Typical for kids their age who just got done with finals.

Connor was sitting at the bar, dressed in perfectly fitting blue jeans and a black button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He was sipping what appeared to be whiskey, on the rocks. One look at him and one could assume two things: 1. He’s a spoiled rich kid or 2. He’s gay. People usually went for the first option because Connor broke all the gay stereotypes. But he made no effort to hide sexuality either. If he liked someone, he’d make it obvious.

He brought the glass to his lips, taking a sip of the gold colored liquor while his brown eyes scanned the area for his prey for the evening. Because what was the point of even going out if you weren’t going to get laid?

A group of boys walked into the bar and Connor’s eyes immediately found their target. The kid wasn’t his type, not at all. Connor would usually go for the clean cut guys, the professionals, the lawyers, the bankers, but an ass was an ass, right?

He grabbed what was left of his drink and got up from his seat at the bar, making his way through the people and purposely bumping into the guy, purposely spilling some of his whiskey on the stranger. “Oh shit. I’m sorry.” He quickly, and fakely, apologized while making a failed effort to wipe the guy’s shirt with his hand, just to get a quick feel of his chest. “I feel like an ass. Let me buy you a drink to make up for it.”

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