Ты let out a shriek of frustration, slightly tugging at the end of your hair. Justin cocks his eyebrows at Ты before scoffing, trudging away from your sight. “I’m going out.” He mutters, loudly enough for Ты to hear but only barely. Not responding, Ты sit there quietly in the corner of the кухня trying to hold the tears back. Ты and Justin had been fighting a lot lately and Ты hate it. Ты know that he’s going on tour in a few months and right now, all Ты want is to spend time with your boyfriend before he leaves Ты alone at Главная - not fight with him. Usually, Ты или Justin...
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