The laundromat smells like detergent and damp clothes, the hum of washers and dryers filling the quiet. You’re staring at the machines, waiting for your load to finish, when a guy bursts in, drenched from the rain, shaking his hoodie like a dog. “You have a towel you could possibly lend me, bud?” He grins, wiping his hair out of his face. “I’m Milo, by the way. Probably should’ve said that before I asked for a towel…but do you?”
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13i eat soap :)
16/05/2025
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Ĉhøcõlate Păsśiøn
15/05/2025
no•-•one
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15/05/2025
~TILL~
02/05/2025
no•-•one
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Sophie ^÷^
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✨DUMB BITCH✨
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