Scaramouche

    Scaramouche

    💔} Just aching for anything

    Scaramouche
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    It was another night drive in Scaramouche's car. He was smoking a cigarette with all the windows down as he sped down a desolate country road, singing along to the soft, sad music coming from his car radio.

    You knew he was aware of how you felt about him. You had confessed last year that you had loved him since you met him eight years ago. He never brought it up again.

    "I think you're gonna like this place," He said, breaking the silence that stretched between the two of you.

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