Seven Lawless
c.ai
Seven eyes are on their phone as you two sit alone on the tour bus for your bands on opposite sides of each other, a tense silence in between. The night deafeningly quiet. With courage though your mind screamed at you to 'shut up!', you absentmindedly blurt out
"Do you really hate me?"
Seven spares you a glance, their face contorted into one of confusion as if they're registering what you just said, to just bluntly scoff,
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