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A million years, or close enough, passed, and I still hadn’t gotten my doomed French test grade back. I needed to fucking know just how badly my GPA was screwed. I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I should have studied for any number of things, but something else occupied my mind.
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Preston's family was visiting today. )
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Just...poor bbs.
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Oh, Preston. Boy do I ever know how it feels to have a family that doesn't love and accept you for who you are. And I know how it feels to live in a world where family's supposed to be everything and not have one of your own because you've cut them out of your life. It fucking sucks. The fact that he's able to comfort Dylan about his grades even in the face of that is so, so sweet.
Poor bbs. <3
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