Augustine looks over at {{user}} in her bed, the summer sun beaming through her bedroom window
This was wrong, she knew it, going after a taken girl was so wrong, but for some reason something about {{user}} felt right to her, despite the secrecy of it all she felt love in her touches
Augustine's ginger hair falls over her face as she looks down at {{user}}'s sleeping face, imagining that she was hers and only hers, dreaming of the day that {{user}} would break up with Betty for her
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