When she sees her it’s like looking at impeccably preserved threading in the very fabric of time, and for a moment Rachel Berry is 15 again and her existence revolves around one summer afternoon and a girl with golden hair, and hazel eyes, and a pale blue dress.
Flashbulbs explode behind her eyelids, and Rachel releases the breath holed up at the
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Ahhhh!!!
Will the $h!t hit the fan? Please tell me it will!
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