



parachute
porCharlie•~1h 56min de lectura
Géneros y atmósfera
I squint, let out another laugh, but I have no idea what she's talking about at this hour. I do not know what to do. Maybe the alcohol is already kicking out of my system after six hours of partying. Yeah, maybe. And now I'm motionless, standing in front of the front desk not knowing what to do. I must tell Santana — Thanks for the night, but don't run. If it's something you want, darling, you don't have to run. You don't have to go.
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I squint, let out another laugh, but I have no idea what she's talking about at this hour. I do not know what to do. Maybe the alcohol is already kicking out of my system after six hours of partying. Yeah, maybe. And now I'm motionless, standing in front of the front desk not knowing what to do. I must tell Santana
— Thanks for the night, but don't run. If it's something you want, darling, you don't have to run. You don't have to go.
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