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Lost and Found || Maxine and Leon
❝ No, no, no! ❞ It'd been days since Maxxie had last seen her diary. She'd searched in every place she could think of: high and low and low and high, but no matter how much she searched, the black leather book was no where to be found. Now she sat on her bed, head cradled in her hands, rocking back and forth, trying to remember just where it was she could have left it. Everything she thought of was wrong. It hadn't been at the pool side. Not in the kitchen. In none of her drawers. She'd asked person after person and every single one claimed to have never even seen the thing before. At any other time, the missing book wouldn't have been that big a deal. Maxine may have had secrets, but she couldn't even bring herself to admit them to herself, let alone right them down. Yet — Here she was. She thought she'd been doing a good thing. She thought, Sure! Writing this down will be lethargic! Therapeutic! She'd written it all down and gotten it all out and now she — She'd lost it... She sighed heavily and ran her fingers through her hair, sitting up slowly. The fear of someone finding it and reading it was something she didn't think she'd ever overcome, and more than anything she needed someone to support her. She stood with shaking knees and started to make her way out of the room. There was only a certain group of people she could trust at times like these... Only a small faction that she k n e w wouldn't judge her for her fears, even if they didn't know what they were. A small fist knocked once, twice, on her brother's door, praying that he'd answer and she'd be able to just fall into his arms like she'd always had when the world became just a little too much to stand. ❝ Leo...? I need you. Are you here? ❞
I heard the best joke today. By far one of the greatest, I swear. Like, it's impossible get mad at me for it kind of thing. Okay. What do you call an illegally parked frog? Toad.
If I hear one more person screaming in their sleep tonight, I'm gonna snap.
I'm spending my Saturday night playing video games. This is the dream.
❝ Would you — Um — Happen to have seen a notebook? Black one? It's — Um — Kind of important... ❞
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sacha: i just saw this guy giving a handy to another guy in the park
sacha: in broad daylight
sacha: and people say america isn't the greatest country in the world
I need to find a friend who will let me punch them as hard as I can for scientific purposes just to see how effective it would be if I actually had to hit someone. Would I be Muhammad Ali or a declawed kitten?