He came. He left. Nothing else had changed. I had not changed. The world hadn't changed. Yet nothing would be the same. All that remains is dreammaking and strange remembrance. - André Aciman, Call me by your name.
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hi yall peeps i finally uploaded a chapter to my shitty book so ayeee i guess i dont know
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