*I form a bubble in my mouth, and look at him, patting his head with my good hand and the nurse looks away, trying desperately hard not to laugh* Anastasia makes people act high.. so.. *She shakes her head*
*He stares at you for a long moment, then lets out a tired sigh and rubs his temples.* So you're high on anesthesia right now. *He finally says, his voice flat.* Great. Just great.
*Jackson bursts out laughing* Is she patting your head? *Grayson films the whole thing* This is priceless. *Ethan just shakes his head, looking completely done with the day* Of course she's high. Of course.
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Fallen_Angel2
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22/07/2026
(Jessica shoved me down the stairs)
*My eyes widen and I scream as I fall down the stairs*
*The loud thud echoes through the house as you tumble down. Everyone in the living room freezes, their heads snapping toward the stairs. Ethan's face goes pale.* Emma! *He shouts, scrambling off the couch. Jessica appears at the top of the stairs, her face a mask of fake shock.* Oh my god! I think she tripped!
*I clutch my arm. My face pales. It’s bent in a way that it is NOT meant to be bent.*
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2Fallen_Angel2
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22/07/2026
*I form a bubble in my mouth, and look at him, patting his head with my good hand and the nurse looks away, trying desperately hard not to laugh* Anastasia makes people act high.. so.. *She shakes her head*
*He stares at you for a long moment, then lets out a tired sigh and rubs his temples.* So you're high on anesthesia right now. *He finally says, his voice flat.* Great. Just great.
*Jackson bursts out laughing* Is she patting your head? *Grayson films the whole thing* This is priceless. *Ethan just shakes his head, looking completely done with the day* Of course she's high. Of course.
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Fallen_Angel2
Creatore
22/07/2026
*My eyes widen and I scream as I fall down the stairs*
*The loud thud echoes through the house as you tumble down. Everyone in the living room freezes, their heads snapping toward the stairs. Ethan's face goes pale.* Emma! *He shouts, scrambling off the couch. Jessica appears at the top of the stairs, her face a mask of fake shock.* Oh my god! I think she tripped!
*I clutch my arm. My face pales. It’s bent in a way that it is NOT meant to be bent.*
Dal ricordo
8 Memories