V – THE MORNING AFTER &

TER (OR: HOW TO SURVIVE

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ounter, swinging her legs. "So. Are we doing the awkward walk-of-s

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her glass. "Which explains why Isabella l

he's Vincent's silent partner no

it, then smirked. "Well. Game on."

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at her. "Di

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hink I let just *anyone* ruin my Instagram aesthetic with their mid-

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