Apologies for the late update y'alllllll

Hope y'all enjoy this chapter. I've been waiting to write it since the book started lmao.

Excuse any errors plssss

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Mama, just killed a man

Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger now he's dead

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   "Harry? What the fuck are you doing here?"

   "Umm..." Harry trailed off in fear, looking at Dean with wide eyes while Adriana gazed at him over his shoulder, begging him to come up with something. "A-A friend told me that you sell cocaine, he-he told me where you lived, and I was wondering if you could sell me some."

   "You do cocaine?" Dean arched a brow at him in surprise, while Adriana rolled her eyes at his response.

   "Well I started only recently," Harry shrugged a little, before he held his hands up. "But please, don't bother! You're probably busy. I'll just buy from one of your guys or something."

   "No, no," Dean shook his head, a smile suddenly drawling onto his lips. "I'll get some from my personal stash for you, c'mon inside."

  Harry's heart dropped in his chest at Dean's words, gaze flickering to Adriana for him to refuse and walk away. But Dean was waiting expectantly, and Harry feared him.

   "Oh no, if you could just give it to me here, I can be on my way quicker. I have things to do, places to go," Harry rambled nervously, chuckling awkwardly, making Dean's thick brows lower.

   "I'm sure you can wait inside a few minutes, I want to talk to you," Dean uttered lowly, the authority and firmness in his voice making Harry gulp quietly before nodding in defeat. "Come inside and sit down."

  Dean stepped to the side and opened the door wider to allow Harry to come in. Harry stepped into the apartment, smiling awkwardly at Dean before he shut the door behind them. Adriana looked at Harry, trying to hide her emotions as she stood in front of him.

   "Oh I forgot," Dean suddenly said, stepping around Harry and finding his place next to Adriana, slinging an arm around her waist. "This my girlfriend, Adriana. I don't know if you've met in highschool, but she went to the same one as us, Harry."

   "Hi, I'm Harry. Pleased to meet you," Harry smiled politely, sticking his hand out. He pretended he didn't know Adriana. Adriana smiled softly and returned the handshake.

   "Adriana," she responded before Dean told Harry to wait for him in the living room.

  Harry passed by Adriana, shooting her a 'help me' look before walking into the living room and taking a seat. Dean left her side to go get his backpack from the bedroom. Adriana followed him, momentarily making sure to check up on Mateo who was napping in his room. She made sure the door was closed so he wouldn't wake up to Harry's voice and come bounding along unexpectedly. Her feet carried her off to the bedroom where Dean was bending over, grabbing his backpack.

   "Why are you forcing him to stay? He clearly has somewhere to be," Adriana questioned, trying to keep her tone casual. Dean straightened his back, and turned to look at her, before he approached her.

   "I have a few questions to ask him, why do you care?" Dean arched a brow at her, making her shrug.

   "Just curious."

   "Are you really?" Dean murmured lowly, face now only inches away from hers. Warm breath fanning her lips. "I saw the way you looked at him, baby. You know how jealous I can get."

   "You're an idiot," Adriana rolled her eyes at him. She turned to leave the bedroom but was suddenly pulled back by Dean, iron grip digging tightly into the skin of her wrist. "Dean!"

   "You think I don't remember him from that morning, do you?" Dean uttered lowly, dark eyes narrowed at her. "The annoying neighbor, right?"

   "I-" Adriana began to say something, anything to stop him from becoming too suspicious.

   "Save it," he uttered sharply. "You're lying to me about something and I'm going to find out. I always find out."

  He pushed past her with his backpack in hand, while Adriana stood there with wide eyes, filled with fear and a heart pounding rapidly in her chest. She prayed and prayed for things to go well and for Harry to be smart enough to dodge or answer Dean's questions cleverly so that he wouldn't suspect anymore than he already does. She then quickly followed Dean into the living room where Harry was sitting there anxiously, foot tapping with his fingers fiddling, playing with his rings.

  Dean sat across him, flashing Harry his notorious smirk while he set his backpack on the table. He shot Adriana a look, making her swallow thickly and slide down into the seat next to him. Harry detested the tense silence that well open him as Dean pulled things out of his bag to clear it up so that he could get his personal stash of cocaine. Harry's throat tightened when Dean pulled out a black folding pocketknife and set it on the table. He then pulled out a large zip lock bag filled halfway with cocaine, and set it down on the table before he pulled a paper.

   "Shit I forgot the weighing scale," Dean cursed quietly, before looking at Adriana and ticking his head at her. "Get it for me, go."

  Adriana's gaze momentarily flickered to Harry, noticing how nervous he was before it averted to the ground as she stood up and left. She returned from the kitchen swiftly with the scale, putting it down on the coffee table that was in the middle of Dean and Harry.

   "How much do you want?" Dean questioned, making Harry frown lightly in confusion. "Cocaine."

   "Oh ummm an 8...ball?" Harry said unsurely, making Dean eye him strangely.

   "How long have you been doing cocaine for, Harry?" Dean inquired as he plugged the digital scale and turned it on, weighing out exactly 3.5 grams of the toxic white powder. He then transferred the powder into a tiny zip lock bag he retrieved from his backpack.

   "Umm for a week or so, I'm still getting the hang of it," Harry lied nervously, awkwardly smiling as Dean sealed the bag. He looked at it and then looked at Harry, still having that look of suspicion swirling in the depths of his dark brown eyes.

   "Well watch how much you do. You don't want to end up being an addict like Adriana here," Dean joked lightly, causing Adriana to glare at him angrily. "When was the last time you did it?"

   "A week ago," Harry answered shortly, making Dean nod in response before he held his hand out with the tiny bag of coke clutched between his fingers. "How much?"

   "700 dollars," Dean responded swiftly, making Harry's eyes widen a little. "Why? Too expensive?"

   "N-No it's fine," Harry muttered awkwardly, reaching for his wallet in his back pocket.

   "I'll make it 500 since you're an old friend," Dean smirked charmingly at him, and Harry didn't like the look of that. Harry dug out a couple of 100 dollar bills and handed them over to Dean, who thanked him. But then he said, "hey, why don't we do some now?"

   "N-Now?" Harry stuttered with wide eyes, gaze momentarily flicking to Adriana who was also surprised, and extremely worried and terrified.

   "Yeah I've been in a pretty fucking rotten mood all day," he responded with a shrug. "I could use some coke."

   "Oh well umm I can't I'm sorry. I prefer doing it alone, and-and I wasn't really planning on doing any today. Gotta keep them days spaced out so I don't get addicted, you know what I mean?"

   "Yeah but you said it's been a week since you've last done it, and you haven't done it often so it'll be fine. Trust me," Dean smirked, snatching the zip lock bag from Harry's hands and grabbing a hardcover book from nearby. "There's no harm in doing one line, right?"

   "R-Right," Harry mumbled tensely, swallowing thickly and looking at Adriana for help.

   "Dean, why are you forcing him? He doesn't want to do it with you," Adriana rolled her eyes, speaking in an irritated tone. "Harry just go, he's being an idiot."

   "Adriana," Dean snapped harshly, gazing at her with hard eyes, giving her a silent warning. She almost didn't notice his hand on her thigh, squeezing her flesh harshly. "Sorry about her, she's been acting up a bit."

   "Now shall we?"

  Harry saw the way Dean was gripping Adriana's thigh, fingertips sinking into the bruises that he had put there. His green eyes met Adriana's very briefly, and in that moment he silently told her to stand down. He didn't want her to get hurt incase Dean lost control, so he thought it'd be best to just do what Dean says and get out of there. His head bobbed at Dean, nodding to show that he would do it. Dean's lips curled into a victorious smirk, proceeding with tapping out some of the white snow onto the black book. Harry pulled out his credit card and handed it to Dean, who smiled at him in thanks. Dean only got out enough powder for one line, sticking to his promise. He then got some of his own stash and created a line.

   "How about I just use one of the bills you gave me?" Dean chuckled to himself, pulling out one of the hundred dollar bills Harry gave him and rolling it up. His gazed darted to Adriana, smirking at her and saying jokingly, "want some, babe?"

   "No," Adriana answered sharply, even though it was so tempting. The stress and anxiety was triggering her cravings and the sight of the white powder was making her ravenous.

   "Suit yourself," he shrugged before directing his gaze to Harry. "You go first."

   "Me?" Harry gulped, making Dean chuckle and nod, gazing at him strangely. "Oh yeah, sure."

  Dean handed him the rolled up dollar bill, and pushed the black book with the coke on it towards him. Adriana gazed at him with sad eyes, feeling nothing but fear and hatred for herself. This was all happening because of her. Harry hoped Dean wouldn't notice his hands shaking as he swallowed thickly and held the dollar bill over the cocaine. He racked his brains for the memories where he'd watch Adriana do cocaine, and lowered his head with his nostril hovering over the rolled up money. His finger lightly pressed his left nostril while he inhaled deeply with his other one. The white powder shot up his right nostril, causing him to flinch with his head jerking back, eyes shutting in surprise.

   "Oh wow," Harry muttered quietly, wiping his nose with the back of his hand while he handed the rolled up bill over to Dean.

  Dean grinned and went ahead, finishing up the other line quickly, without reacting as strongly as Harry did. Adriana gazed at Harry worriedly, watching sniffle continuously because his nose felt weird and he was anticipating the high. Harry leant back in his seat, anxiously waiting for the high to kick in while Dean did the same, smirk crawling onto his lips as he did so. He looked between Adriana and Harry, noticing this intense connection between the two every time they looked at each other. It was like they were silently communicating, and Dean didn't like that.

   "Are you sure you two don't know each other? From school?" Dean questioned suddenly, gesturing between Adriana and Harry as they both looked at each other.

   "You know I wasn't very social in school, Dean," she mumbled quietly, rubbing her arm and looking at the ground.

   "Right, right, well I was thinking you probably know each other...other than from school," he spoke lowly, eerie smirk still plastered on his face.

   "W-What do you mean?" Harry mumbled with an arch of his brow, hating how he was constantly stuttering. He could feel his heart rate rising and his skin growing hotter, he wasn't sure if it was because of the anxiety or the cocaine, or both.

   "What? You think I don't remember you from that morning?" Dean spoke, making Harry's heart drop in his chest.

   "What morning?" Harry began to ask. Dean's face immediately morphed into an expression of irritation and vexation, smirk now completely disappeared.

   "Don't play stupid," he hissed all of a sudden, making Harry's eyes widen. "I remember you. You're the neighbor that lives next door, according to Adriana."

  Harry couldn't respond well enough because he was distracted. The chemicals of the cocaine were intoxicating his system and causing bursts of pleasure and euphoria all over his body. He was blinking rapidly, unable to process what was happening. Adriana noticed that the cocaine high was starting for him, and worried immensely, partially because this was his first time doing drugs. She was also worried he'd say something about his relationship with Adriana to Dean by accident.

  Meanwhile, Mateo had stirred awake due to his little tummy growling. He sat up in bed, yawning sleepily before looking around for his mother. He noticed the door of his room was closed, and went ahead to push a tiny stool that was in his room near the door so that he could stand up on it and reach the handle. Once the door was open, he got down and ventured into the hallways, attracted to the groups of voices speaking in the living room.

   "Oh right right-" Harry tried to play along before Dean cut him off.

   "But I actually checked if you do live on this floor," Dean used an oddly casual tone as he spoke, making everything seem more terrifying because of how he just went from angry to calm all over again. "You don't live here."

   "Well?" Dean demanded loudly, but Harry was too tongue-tied to speak, too scared. He didn't know what to say, he wasn't smart enough to come up with anything. "Is anyone going to explain what the fuck is going on?"

  Before either Adriana or Harry could even speak, a shrill voice filled with excitement stole their chances.

   "Mi Sol!"

  Adriana had never felt fear like what she was currently feeling when she heard her little boy screech the one name that drove Dean insane. She saw Mateo bounding along quickly with his little arms waving about and a bright smile etched onto his face. He reached the sofa where Harry was seated upon, squealing with laughter before hugging his legs. Harry stares at him with widened eyes, shaking his head slowly and looking at Adriana for help, who was staring at Dean. Dean watched all of this with an expression of confusion at first, before it morphed into complete and utter anger.

   "You're mi sol?" Dean demanded loudly, his audible tone catching Mateo's attention for a moment.

   "Sí Papa! Es mi sol!" Mateo grinned widely, reaching for Harry's hand that was on his knee, tugging at it. "Mi sol this is Papá"

   "Adriana, take him away. Now," Dean uttered lowly in a deadly calm voice, that had Adriana and Harry swallowing thickly in fright. Mateo looked up in confusion, smile disappearing as he clung to Harry.

   "Mateo, come let's go to Jazmín's," Adriana stood up to take him into her arms, but he retracted from her.

   "I don't wanna go," Mateo shook his head, looking at Harry to stop her but he only gazed back at the little boy helplessly. "Papá I wanna stay."

   "Mateo, listen to your mother and go now before I get mad," Dean growled lowly, dark eyes blazing with a hellish fire. Mateo was suddenly scared. "Don't make me repeat myself!"

  Dean's sudden yelling made Mateo burst into tears, causing Harry to snap out of the state of fear he was in. He gazed at Dean with an angry look spurring in his eyes, standing up instantaneously. Mateo cried and clawed at Harry's leg, begging to be picked up and comforted by him. Mateo crying for Harry was enough for Dean to piece a few things together and come to a stomach-churning conclusion. The sight stirred something inside of Dean, unleashing a kind of fury that was foreign to him. He had never felt so angry in his entire life.

   "Mateo come here," Dean said instead, making Adriana shake her head and part her lips to speak in protest.

  But Dean reacted quickly, reaching out to grab Mateo and rip him away from Harry. Harry realized what he was trying to do and instantly stood in front of Mateo, pushing Dean's hands away. He looked to Adriana, silently telling her to just grab Mateo and go. Her arms scooped a very frightened, bawling Mateo into her arms and rushed away. Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest, bones shaking with fear for the man she loved, herself and her son. She needed to hurry up with dropping Mateo off at Jazmín's because she was so afraid Harry was going to end up dead.

   "Mamá!" Mateo cried in her ear desolately, clutching her hair as she hurried over to Jazmín's.

  She rang the doorbell numerous times and banged on the door until it was swung upon, revealing a confused Jazmín.

   "Adriana, what's going on?" She questioned worriedly, heart immediately aching at Mateo who was crying.

   "I just need you to watch him until I come back and get him," Adriana cut to the chase quickly, setting Mateo down but he wouldn't let go. "Please just keep him here no matter how much he cried and begs to go back. Please just do this for me."

   "Okay okay," Jazmín mumbled quickly with a nod, reaching out to take Mateo but he let out a loud screech and said no.

   "Mateo, mi Estrella listen to me," Adriana hushed him, crouching down in front of him and wiping his cheeks. "Shhhh stop crying and listen to me."

   "I will come back to pick you up soon, okay? I just need to talk to mi sol and Papá alone," Adriana explained as best as she could.

   "Why did Papá want me to go?" Mateo questioned before she could leave, making her sigh in frustration briefly.

   "He wants to talk to both me and mi sol alone, baby," Adriana told him. "It's just grown up stuff, alright?"

   "Now please mi estrella, listen to Jazmín and wait here till Mamá comes to get you," Adriana kissed his face, brushing his tears away and smiling at him softly. "Te amo."

   "Te amo, mi luna."

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  Meanwhile, Dean was gazing at Harry in a deadly silent manner. Harry didn't dare speak, unsure of what exactly to say if he did so anyways. But the silence was eventually broken after a few seconds, Dean being the one to break it.

   "How do you know Adriana?" Dean questioned lowly, the animosity in his tone evident. "And why the fuck does my son call you mi sol?"

   "Look man I don't know-"

   "Don't fucking lie to me!" Dean immediately roared, flipping the coffee table with immense strength, causing the contents of his backpack and the cocaine on it to crash to the floor.

  Harry flinched at the loud crashing of the table against the tiled floor, stumbling back and falling back onto the sofa. Dean stomped over to him, grabbing him by the collar and heaving him up so that their faces were inches away. Harry could literally feel the rage radiating off of Dean's body.

  He could see the fiery pits of hell blazing in the darkness of his eyes. His mind was praying silently for Adriana to return soon, for Dean to take mercy on him, and for everything to just be alright again. His frightened green eyes was forced to hold contact with Dean's dark ones, while he parted his lips to speak in a low murmur, voice trembling.

   "We just dated for a bit, that's all," Harry said quickly, almost hoping Dean didn't hear but he did.

   "If it were just for a bit, why the fuck does my son seem so attached to you?" Dean responded with an arch of his thick brows, fists clenching near Harry's face. "Why does the fuck doe he call you mi sol? I can only assume it's a nickname of some sort."

   "I-I don't know man," Harry shook his head, wanting to cry because he didn't want to get hurt. "Please, let me go, I promise I won't come back ever again."

   "You're such a fucking liar, you think I'm an idiot?" Dean questioned with a malicious laugh.

  He then suddenly dragged Harry to the side of the living room and shoved him against the wall with force, causing the photo frames on it to shake. Harry's breath was knocked out of his body when his back hit the wall, head smashing against drywall, making him cry out loud. Dean approached him again, smoldering underneath his stony expression as Harry backed away. But Dean quickly caught him and pushed him against the wall again, locking his hand around his neck, shortening Harry's breath. Harry gasped loudly, hands weakly clasping around Dean's in an attempt to pull it away, but it wouldn't budge.

   "You think I didn't see the way you look at her?" Dean growled at him, breath fanning against Harry's face. "You're so hopelessly in love with her, it's pathetic."

   "I-I'm not," Harry tried to deny it, thinking that wouldn't provoke Dean but it did because he was lying.

   "Still lying, huh?" Dean chuckled breathlessly, before his wicked grin disappeared abruptly and a scowl took over, fingers squeezing around Harry's neck. "Adriana belongs to me and no one else. I need you to fucking understand that."

   "I-I understand," Harry lied, voice barely over a whisper because his throat was constricted. "I can't breathe!"

   "Dean!"

  Dean and Harry's gazes snapped to Adriana who stood at the opening of the living room, eyes wide with shock and fear, with parted lips. Adriana started making her way towards them, and Dean could feel his blood churning with jealousy, fury and hatred because he noticed the way Adriana panicked when she saw Harry. He could tell that she loved Harry too, and that angered Dean immensely. So Dean turned back and tightened his fist, causing Harry to gasp with wide eyes, hands clawing and fisting Dean's shirt while his face went red.

   "Dean! Stop it!" Adriana screeched when she reached him, tugging at his muscly arms that were straining. "Please just stop and listen to me!"

  Dean rolled his eyes, letting go of Harry and turning to look at Adriana. He gasped loudly, body flooding with relief and oxygen as he took a deep breath and slid down to the floor because his weak knees couldn't hold him up. He rubbed the skin of his neck gently, swallowing thickly and grimacing at the way his throat was throbbing.

  Adriana so badly wanted to rush to his side, to comfort and take care of him but she forced herself to stand still and look at Dean. She wanted to yell and scream at him, to batter his chest with her clenched fists and hurt him for hurting her and Harry. But she knew that Dean could do much worse, so she focused on trying to get Harry out in order to continue with the plan she had organized with Donnie.

   "Just let him go, Dean, please," Adriana said to him. "There's no point in wasting your energy beating him up. He won't ever come back here again."

   "How are you so sure?" Dean spat, vein in his neck popping as he spoke. "The guy fucking loves you. Do you love him too?"

   "Dean-"

   "I said do you love him too?" he roared when she didn't answer, making her flinch and cower away in fright. Her gaze couldn't help but glance at Harry who was looking at her with teary eyes.

   "No," she shook her head, lying straight through her teeth before looking at him.

   "Do you love me?" he then asked with an arch of his brow, and when she hesitated, he was enraged. "You know, the only way to really stop him from coming back here, is for him to die.

  Adriana's heart dropped in her chest, eyes growing wide and head immediately shaking. Her lips parted to let out protests, hands forming fists as she stood in front of Harry and tried to shove Dean away, but it was no use. With one quickly movement, Dean roughly forced Adriana to the side, causing her to trip and fall to the ground, hitting her head on the coffee table nearby. Her vision blurred and her head throbbed, soft groans escaping her lips as she tried to get back up to help Harry who was now getting beaten up by Dean.

   "Please stop, I'll give you whatever you want! Money, anything!" Harry cried out in agony as Dean swung his foot and rammed it into Harry's abdomen.

   "Money?" Dean laughed mockingly, pausing his kicking for a moment to leer at him. "You really are pathetic."

  As he soon resumed with his kicking, Adriana managed to gain enough strength to push herself up and stop Dean. She didn't even realize that there were tears streaming down her cheeks as she wrapped her hands around Dean, trying to pull him back, yelling at him to stop. Dean grunted in irritation at Adriana's efforts to stop him from hurting Harry, scowling deeply at her fists pounding on him. He shoved her away with one hand, but she bounced back, determined to make him stop. He could see the tears in her eyes when she looked at Harry, all bloody and beaten up to a pulp, and he could tell how it hurt her heart. It only made him want to hurt Harry more.

   "Adriana, get the fuck out of my way," Dean growled at her, bending down to grab Harry and pull him away from the wall, which he kept curling up against.

  He dragged Harry away from it and climbed on top of him before throwing punches at his face, making sure he would bruise it well. Adriana attempted to pull Dean back again, thus getting on his last nerve and causing him to snap. He twisted around and delivered a punch to her abdomen, making her gasp in shock.

  Her guts smashed against one another when his fist collided with her stomach, making her cry out loudly in pain, and fall back. Her body hit the floor next to him, curled up into a fetal position with her hands on her stomach, tears blurring her eyes.

   "Adriana," Harry cried weakly, heart physically aching at the sight of Adriana on the floor, body twisting in pain.

  Their gazes met when Adriana opened her eyes, vision blurred due to the tears and the pain. He mouthed to her a few words that made her heart ache. I'm sorry. He was apologizing to her for being weak and cowardly, and not being able to protect her. Her lips let out a quiet sob, slowly beginning to realize that this was the end for them. She shook her head at his words, wanting to apologize because this was all her fault. But Dean had quickly blocked her vision when he landed another punch on Harry because he caught her gazing at Adriana. He slowly wrapped his fingers of both his hands around Harry's neck, making his pale eyes widen in fear, hands clambering onto Dean.

   "I gotta admit it sorta sucks to do this since I actually like you back in highschool," Dean muttered quietly as he began squeezing Harry's neck, putting all of his strength into his actions to strangle Harry to death. "But it is what it is."

  Harry could feel his life slowly draining out of him, white flashes appearing before his eyes. His feet kicked behind Dean in protest, hands vigorously clawing at Dean's arms and hands. Tears were streaming down his cheeks with realization that this was the end for him. His lungs screamed for air, throat crying to stop Dean from constricting it.

  Harry felt his veins bloating and the control he had over his body slowly slipping away from his fingertips. His eyes that looked like they were going to pop out of his skull darted across the room, first to Adriana who was crying heavily, unable to get up because her ribs were bruised. Then it flickered to the other side where the cocaine from the table was sprinkled across the floor along with the contents of Dean's backpack. He spotted the folding pocketknife Dean had taken out, and immediately got an idea.

  Harry barely had time to fully comprehend what he was about to do. But while Dean was distracted with strangling Harry to death, Harry mustered up enough strength to quickly grabbed the knife and flipped it open before bringing it under Dean and plunging it into his chest, right above his heart.

  His dark eyes that were narrowed into slit grew wide in shock as a cry of surprise and pain escaped his lips, loosening his grip on Harry's throat. Harry grimaced at the warm blood that dripped down from the wound onto his hands, while he pushed the blade further into Dean's chest, piercing his heart. Dean let go of Harry completely, making him suck in a breath of air and let go of the knife.

  Dean dropped back onto the floor, staring at Harry in disbelief and switching his gaze to the knife sticking out of his chest. He then looked at Adriana who was watching the whole moment unfold in front of her, in utter shock. A guttural noise escaped his lips, body convulsing as blood spread across his white t-shirt from the wound. He looked like he wanted to say something to Adriana, something about love, about her, about Mateo. But death caught him and stole him away before the words could manifest from his lips. The hellish fire that was lit in his eyes had died down, and now there was only cold darkness.

  Dean was dead.

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∙ WOW! How was that chapter?

∙ Did anyone predict that Harry would kill Dean?

∙ Any predictions? How do you think Harry will react? Adriana? Mateo?

∙ I have no idea when I'll be able to write and post and new chapter cuz I'm busy with packing and getting ready to move countries and shit SO I'll just apologize in advance if I happen to update a lil late (:

But obvs I'll try to write and update for you lovelies as best as I can.

Until we meet again...

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