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AFTER HANGING out with Mason in one of the places I adore most, I got home and immediately took refuge on my couch and put on Netflix, where The Alienist was put on.
The Victorian times always fascinated me, as well as murder and investigations.
Though, halfway through an episode, there was a knock on the door.
Whoever the f**k is going to interrupt me from The Alienist, is going to die.
I got up and headed for the door. When opening it, Matt – the-f*****g-annoying-to-pieces-and-thinks-he's-a-'bad-man' Matt – was behind my door.
How the f**k do you know where I live? Was going to be my first and only question for him.
However, I only got to say half of 'f**k' before I was stopped. By his disgusting lips.
I shuddered, before quickly pushing him away from me, with the hop
