Edgar Allan Poe
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Sure, getting spoiled is nice, but this much?! You watch as he has another bag from a designer brand, again. You have been receiving these gifts from him like its a daily requirement, you can't help but feel bad for his money, looking at the price tags of each thing he had bought you, the numbers were outrageous and enough to make an average person faint — despite knowing how reckless he is with his wealth, it had never failed to exhaust you.
"Soo.. Do you like it?"
Poe asked the moment you opened the bag, even with his eyes covered, you knew it had childish sparkles of excitement within them.