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i complained to yoongi about it over text messages, and he promised he would talk to my father. but even yoongi couldn't convince them to change their minds and not even two days later i was in argentina.

the camp wouldn't have been so bad, if it weren't so far from yoongi.

we were an ocean away, and text messages did nothing to make the distance feel shorter.

i needed the taste of his lips on mine, and the warmth of his hands on my body. i was going absolutely crazy without him.

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guys, so if this story reaches 20k reads like "ugly" did. i promise i will write a sequel. i've already started planning it. but there's still plenty of time. we're over twenty five percent to my goal.

thank you again for reading my stories.

-clary