unlikely friendships
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Jenna was practically halfway through my bag of Doritos when I returned from my room. I’d found a pair of pajama shorts, mostly clean, bunched up near the foot of my bed, and, knowing Jenna, I opted for those instead of digging through my drawers for something a little cleaner. Now, I was
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Author’s Note: Hi lovely readers! I know it’s been a week since my last update, and I’m so sorry for the radio silence. Life got a little chaotic, but I’m back! Thank you for your patience and for coming back to check on Evie. Your support means the world to both of us. Now, let’s
Ink & Interruptions 