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                                        Chapter 9: Texting In The Moonlight
                                
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... e zombies, all early morning yawns and shuffling feet. Meanwhile, I'm sauntering in with Haruka hanging off my arm, both of us fashionably late.
Like, literally. We're late and looking fashionable AF.
"Baaabe," Haruka whines, pressing those massive tits against my arm until our blazers brush together. Her lip gloss leaves this shiny little mark on my collar that's basically a promise for later. "I can't believe they're making us sit apart all semester. Like, who even does assigne ...
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