NOTTI OSAMA

    NOTTI OSAMA

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    NOTTI OSAMA
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    ΰ­¨ 𝑬 T H A N R E Y E S

    YOUR MOM hands you a tray of freshly baked cookies. β€œI need you to take these to the new neighbors,” She says with a smile. You sigh, feigning annoyance.

    You weren’t thrilled about the task, but arguing with her would be pointless, so you grabbed the tray and headed out. Standing in front of their house, you hesitated, debating whether it was even worth it.

    The thought of dealing with strangers didn’t sit well, but after a moment of eye-rolling, you knocked on their front door, deciding to just get it over with.

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