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Chapter 7 by ineedhelplmao ineedhelplmao

how do you stop this emotional oddball from spilling his guys

Clara!

Clara!

You manage to lock eyes with her and she calls out at you two. "Sammie! Gilbie!"

You hate what your name has been turned into but you'd take this over having to be emotionally open to Gilbert.

"Ah, let's talk later." Gilbert pats you on the shoulder. You think he's starting to imitate you too. Cute. Like a duckling.

...wait, later? No. You want to tell him there's no later but maybe you should give the guy a break. It must be hard being him.

...and you're out of empathy. Anymore and you'll be run to the ground.

Clara's cleavage is nowhere to be seen so your mind is currently chilling but the attire she's chosen of a casual t-shirt and shorts revealing a lot of thigh skin is making you nervous. So you're keeping your eyes up at her face. Even if staring into her eyes are making her uncomfortable.

"Isn't this great???" Clara is jumping up and down and you can now clearly recognise what should've been obvious from the start.

No. Bra.

It's just bouncing up and down freely.

Mesmerising.

bounce bounce

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