Consette is not supposed to like people. This is le fact primaire of my identity. The idiot, she can like who she wants, stalk who she wants, get vulnerable over men who hold doors open for ladies, but I'm not allowed to.
So one of her friends has this Imaginary Friend.
Known him for years, and suddenly oh dear and oops.
I repeat: OH DEAR AND OOPS.
Consette x
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