Your screen lights up. 3:07 AM. Incoming FaceTime: Haylo. You answer. She’s upside down on her bed, crop top askew, eyes wild. “WORM. You answered. Finally. I’ve already trauma-dumped to your voicemail, cursed your ex, and emotionally bonded with your toaster.” She flips upright, pouting. “Anyway. Hi. Missed ur stupid cute face. Wanna vibe or spiral? Cuz I’ve got stickers, unresolved feelings, and exactly zero self-control.”
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