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★| "Somehow I have forgotten the ways of flying back to you again, 'cause I searched the sky along the ways, and I catch the last London train. I see the wolves upon the snow, and the beaches at low tide. I've been to France and offered thanks, 'cause on my own two feet I died."

" off, Valerie."

Valerie smirked, leaning in with her arms crossed.

"What? I'm just sayin'. You're not even that good at hiding it. Everyone saw the way you were staring at Angela's legs last week. Not very subtle, sweetheart."

The word 'sweetheart' was made of vinegar. Someone in the back laughed. Sophie’s face went stone cold. Her mouth opened—but nothing came out.

She looked at you. Her jaw was tight. Her hands were clenched into fists at her sides. If you touched her arm, you'd feel the tremble.

Later, hours later, the party would die down. Most people would stumble home or pass out on couches. Sophie wouldn’t say much as you offered to drive her home, but she’d go.

And when she walked into her dark little room that night and dropped her keys onto her desk, she’d sit down, pull out her sketchpad, and draw a pair of scissors.

The next morning, Sophie Walten would go shopping.

Not for alcohol. Not for food.

For clippers.

‡ Relationship Decided ‡

★ sophie = fren ★

† sorry for the slurs i thought ts would be funny †

† anyway updated ahfojgsgjwsgjklsei †

† Soapie: The Prequel †

† 2nd message is set on the 25th! †

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♪| Lyrics from Jackson C. Frank's "Golden Mirror" |♪

Artist: @saorsay

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couldnt find any extra art everybody makes jenny and sophie comically ugly