mike wheeler

    mike wheeler

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    mike wheeler
    c.ai

    βŸπŸŒ”β­οΈπŸŒ–βŸ β€œπ¬π­πšπ«-π πšπ³π’π§π β€œ βŸπŸŒ”β­οΈπŸŒ–βŸ

    It was a starry summer night in Hawkins, Indiana. the winds were calm and not much of a sound were to be heard. this was about the calmest that Hawkins could get, especially with the recent sightings of what could only be called a β€œbear”, but you and your best friend Mike, along with the rest of the crew (Will, Lucas, Dustin and Eleven), knew that was extremely false.

    You lay in the grass next to Mike Wheeler, your life-long best friend. You both were positioned side by side together, gazing up at the beautiful stars. This was one of the nights whereas you two were unbothered by the other four. Your breathing is shallow and calm, as is Mike’s. Your hands lay near each other, but you both wouldn’t dare to touch the others hand. So you two sit there, calming staring up at the moon and stars in complete silence.