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Sydney laughed, thinking he was joking. He wasn’t. He left exact change on the table, pulled his Chrome Hearts hoodie tight, and muttered something about entering his 30s.
Outside, he vanished into the night, already queueing something on his phone. Inside, the candle kept burning and Sydney Sweeney just sat there, confused, like his 20s that ended before it really started. Rain continued to fall on Amsterdam….
I am the scorpion
DOOOOOMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <--- me bein random again ^_^ hehe…toodles!!!!!
love and waffles,
t3h PeNgU1N oF d00m