「-| є я ι η ... ѕ м ι т н |-」
↗αιм уσυя αяяσωѕ нιgн↖
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Erin stood up, at last. She wiped her make up off, but didn't care to re-do it. So, she had zero makeup on. She washed her face and changed into short short sweat shorts, and a white tanktop. Her hair was fixed up into a messy bun. She honestly did not care what anyone thought, at least she had the guts to walk around strangers like this. For now, she was just hungry. For a moment, she felt cold, so she slipped on a black hoodie.
As the girl slipped on her hoodie, her stomach growled. She hadn't eaten all day. She heard somone mention a salad, and food, so she rushed downstairs, to the kitchen. She spotted three others and waved lightly. With that she opened up the fridge and took out the salad bowl. When she opened up the top, she grabbed a spoon and a plate. She soon began to scoop up some salad, and placed it on her plate. Erin then covered it in italian dressing. Erin finally grabbed a fork, and took a seat at the kitchen barstool, and took a bite of the salad.
「-| ѕ є αη ... в є α υ м σ η т |-」
↓ тнє тяαιηωяєcк тнαт ι αм ↓
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Sean nodded with a thumbs up. Yeah, he now had plans, and was actually welcomed this time. He glanced inside, then back at Ariana. He jumped off the deck, and began to follow her out the gate. He glanced over at the dirrection. "I think we should stay at the house, til somebody tells us to go somewhere else," Sean smirked lightly, "Sirt of a house party deal, minus the cops," He laughed lightly and glanced down the street. There was a corner shop, right? He couldn't wait to get this thing started, and did infact wanted hurry so he could eat the dinner he hadn't eaten yet.
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