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ββ π πππ₯π₯π¬ π¦π§π¬πππ¦ πππ‘ππππ§ππ’π‘ I feel her before I see her, the hairs on the back of my neck stand up in attention. When I shut my locker, she's parting the crowd like the red sea. Imogen Greene is looking right at me, a smirk poised on her dark lips and something fierce in her dark eyes. There's something about her, something otherworldly. A storm is coming and I feel like i'm about to be caught in it. Not my story! Β©bicyclesarecool faceclaim; ariana grande
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