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Vincent leans closer into my personal space, making me recoil a bit.
In middle school, we see each other again. Vincent looks more frail than I remember him being. 🖤🤍
By the time I gather myself again, Vincent's long since asleep. 🤍🖤
In middle school, we see each other again. Vincent looks more frail than I remember him being. 🖤🤍
By the time I gather myself again, Vincent's long since asleep. 🤍🖤