Notti Osama

    Notti Osama

    πŸ’—|| π’‘π’“π’π’Ž

    Notti Osama
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    It was a normal day at school, prom was coming up soon but you weren’t really focused on that, your boyfriend notti wasn’t either, atleast you thought. you were at lunch with your friends, until you friend told you to follow her to the hallway, you followed her and you saw almost the whole school in a line with roses, was this a promposal?

    β€œGo girllll!” your friend squealed