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K3at5
#rude

K3at5
Where are you?

Could their friend be in their neck of the woods? That would be delightful. Jehan couldn’t recall the last time they had seen Enjolras, or any of their internet friends. And to see him for the holidays sounded wonderful. They grinned, excitedly awaiting his reply.

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⎾яєνσℓυтιση⏌ 
Am not. 

⎾яєνσℓυтιση⏌ 
#rude that is.

            Didn’t anyone tell you explaining a joke
         made it unfunny, E N J O L R A S? What a
         nerd. But we’re digressing. He reaches for
         a cup that’s not there and because of that,
         wastes precious few seconds to find one
         for himself– always nice to have something
         warm in winter. He types quickly, as though
         to make up for the   s  u  s  p  e  n  s  e .

⎾яєνσℓυтιση⏌ 
That’s not a guess. But yeah, I’m in your area. Kinda. Provence is big, isn’t it? I forgot– which city are you in?