Maybe it's time to let the old ways die
Maybe it's time to let the old ways die
Milo ran a hand through his ginger curls in an attempt to tame them, being somewhat tossled by the late summer winds, flowing free around his face. Dark bags rested beneath his eyes and yawns seemed to be constantly...
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