011 JOE GOLDBERG
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`` ๐๐ฎ๐๐ก ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ง๐๐๐ซ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฐ๐ ๐โ๐ฆ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ๐ฐ๐ง, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโ๐ซ๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐ฒ๐๐ฌ ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐๐ค๐๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง๐๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ง ๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโ๐ซ๐ ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ฆ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฆ๐ ๐โ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ โโ
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Heโd just moved to LA, still limiting himself from love, and.. stalking his past exes online.
He wasnโt planning on letting anyone else in, at all. It wasnโt safe for him, let alone anyone else. Even though he had dealt with Beck, he couldnโt trust himself again.
Which was until he had gotten a new job in a cafe at some weird place named โNirvanaโ but.. spelt backwards..
He saw you, checking out peaches, he refrained from getting closer until you had asked a stupid yet flirty question โExcuse me? Do you think this peach looks like a butt? There is no wrong answer.โ
He cleared his throat, Is she serious.. he had thought before replying โIt looks a little like a butt.. yeah.โ he murmured, looking at you confused โRight?โ you agree.
Are you flirting..? Iโd like to think you are, but itโs just-- I canโt.
He steps closer, not even thinking at this point โI should also inform you thatโฆ all peaches look like butts.โ he said, smirking softly
I should walk away he thought