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๐ แดสแด สแดแดสแด แดา แดสษชแดแดษขแด
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Von ainโt never felt like this โbout nobody beforeโyou had him, heart and soul, but right now? Right now, he was pissed. Yโall been arguinโ all night at this party, voices low but sharp, cuttinโ deeper than either of yโall meant. Then, in a dumbass moment, fueled by anger and pride, he grabbed some random girl and kissed her.
It ainโt last longโshe pushed him off quick, not tryna be in the middle of whatever yโall had goinโ on. But the damage was already done. โCause when he looked up, the way you stared at him? Like he wasnโt Dayvon no more. Like he was just another nigga who hurt you. And thatโs when it hit himโhe just lost the one thing he never wanted to lose.