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csuitebitches · 1 year

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On Being Well Spoken

I recently received a request about posting something regarding being well spoken.

Something you need to realise is that you’re not going to become well-spoken overnight. You need to practice on people. You need to SPEAK.

I used to stutter so badly that I could barely speak a whole sentence.

Flash forward a few years. I pitched my start up in front of a crowd, I joined Model United Nations in high school and college, I’ve been invited to speak on my entrepreneurial experience by some top universities in my country. It’s taken a lot to get here. And I’m still not where I want to be.

1. Apps to track progress and help you get better at public speaking

An app that you can use: “Speeko.”

I used to use this, it is beginner friendly and you can improve your public speaking skills as well.

2. Use topic generators

Go online and look up a topic generator. Generate a random topic, video yourself speaking on that topic. Don’t give yourself time to prepare anything - read the topic and start speaking. Set a time limit - you’ll realise that speaking for even 2 minutes can be quite difficult at times.

Not only does this make you realise that you may have limited language skills, but it will also make you realise exactly where you’re falling behind. Note down things in a journal.

- is grammar the issue?

- Lack of vocabulary?

- Too many filler sounds?

- Knowledge gap?

This is also a great idea if you’re at an intermediate level of learning a language/ polishing a language. Do this everyday and maintain a diary on your improvement.

3. Reading out loud

Select a news article or any article. Read out loud, slowly and steadily. Pronounce every syllable calmly.

A two minute read should take 5 minutes to read out loud. That’s how slow you should go. Not more than 4-5 words per breath.

Your tongue needs to get used to different syllables and sounds. Practice will help.

4. Talk in real life

Talk to anyone and everyone whenever you can.

Ask your barista how their day is going.

Ask your work or university security if they’ve had a good day and if they ate today.

Chat with your taxi driver about their life. I always start with asking them if they are from the city we’re travelling in. Even if you’re from that city, act like a tourist. Where are the best eateries? The conversation eventually goes to personal questions. How many children do they have, and what do they do? What do they like about the city?

You’ll learn the art of small talk only through practice. No book or guide can actually prepare you. You have to practice, practice and practice.

5. Diaphragm breathing

Diaphragm breathing is very important. Look up some YouTube videos for reference. You essentially breathe from your tummy (stomach goes in and out; not chest going up and down). This is a great calming exercise too.

6. Stuttering tongue/ jaw exercise videos

These are great because they really do prep your jaw and tongue well. The videos could include tongue stretches, placing your tongue on your palette correctly, etc. Search on YouTube.

7. Body posture

You really need to work on your posture too. Sit up straight. Back, STRAIGHT. Chin up, shoulders relaxed. Something as simple as posture can change your level of confidence.

8. Pranayama

A yoga exercise for breathing. You can find a guided video on YouTube for sure.

9. Vocabulary

Invest your time in expanding your vocabulary. There’s enough apps and games that can help you with that, if you aren’t fond of reading. A sign of being well spoken is having great vocabulary.

Start by looking up the synonyms of everyday words.

“I’m upset”

- how many different words can you find for upset?

“I had a crazy day today”

- one can easily use “hectic”, “chaotic” “lively” instead

10. Idioms

Idioms, phrases, sayings - look up common idioms in your language of choice. Aim to use at least 3 new idioms on 3 separate occasions in a week while you speak. You need to understand when and where you can use the idioms in your vocabulary.

11. Knowing when to switch

You can’t talk like a 50 year old heiress to a 10 year old child; you need to get down to their level.

If someone is clearly not a native speaker and is struggling to put words together, don’t use difficult words around them.

If you’re meeting with someone high profile, refrain from using slang.

The best speakers know when to switch their level of language.

You can’t use one singular type of speaking with everyone. You need to understand that there is a time and place for everything - and you’ll be able to switch like a pro only when you actually speak and start gaining experience.

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sunsetkerr · 3 months

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KISS & TELL | s.kerr

summary: the girls find out exactly who gave you that ring [789 words]

pairing: matildas!reader x sam kerr

notes: the long-awaited second part to 'hush hush'! this was the most voted wip to work on, next piece will be too far gone which was the second most popular xx happy valentines week loves!

IT WENT ON FOR about a week.

Your teammates pestered you all throughout camp about who gave you your engagement ring, and most importantly, how you kept it a secret for so long.

You gave them bits and pieces. Oh, we've been together for a few years now, but we've just kept it private..... She's super busy lots of the time, really hectic work schedule...... We played soccer together growing up.... You just didn't relay that you still play together. That your fiancee actually captains you.

Sam was enjoying every moment of it. She loved the secrecy, she adored watching her teammates pull their hair out over it. Chids had a whole shared notes app dedicated to adding information about your dubbed, 'mystery woman'. Sam revelled in her new title.

She was feeling extra cheeky, there was no denying that. Sam was at her peak watching everyone scramble around, listening as you slipped out little pieces of information of your relationship together.

Did you feel guilty that you hadn't told your team? Sure. But you and Sam never really felt the need to. They're your family, you love them with your whole heart- but this was one thing you and Sam just wanted for yourselves.

"Well I want to help plan your hens night," Alanna shrugged. The topic of your secret engagement had come up again after dinner one night.

"No because I'm not going unless you tell us!" Macca argued from her spot on the beanbag, Harper on her lap. You laughed, crossing your arms and putting your feet up on the couch.

"We can do without the numbers, Mac" You waved her off.

"Hey Y/N?" Ellie walked into the lounge area looking for you. "Can I grab my pre-wrap from you tonight please? I wanna start packing for Queensland,"

"Always punctual as usual" Mini chirped from her place on the couch, your feet resting in her lap.

"Shut up" Ellie quipped.

You chuckled, "Yeah, let me go grab it". You headed off towards your room and managed to pinch Sam's ass on your way past her, distracting her from the in-depth conversation she was having with Steph.

You chuckled as she tried her best to ignore you, but you knew she could never. Once you got into your room, it was only a matter of seconds before Sam followed you in. She crept up behind you and snaked her arms around your waist, tickling you as she squeezed you tight.

"You're cheeky, hey" She laughed, kissing your cheek as you giggled and tried to push your way out of her grasp. She moved her way down to your neck and you tried your best not to squirm in pleasure, knowing that at any second anyone could come-

"Aunny Sammy and Y/N are kissing!"

Your heart dropped and you pulled apart from Sam. You both turned around to see Harper standing in the doorway, pointing at you and Sam who she had just caught in the act.

"Mummy!" She ran off, yelling down the hallway.

"Harps, Harper! No!" You called after her, running down the hallway. She was surprisingly fast for a near-three year old. By the time you managed to find her she was already halfway through relaying to your team what she had seen.

"They kiss! Sam and Y/N kiss like Mum and Mummy!" She smiled looking back over to you. Sam had now come up behind you, a guilty look on her face, your lipgloss smeared on her lips.

"Skip.." Mary spoke up, slowly looking from you to Sam. "Is that true? Did you kiss Y/N?" She asked a shocked look on her face. The rest of your team looked at you both in silence.

Sam begrudenly crossed her arms over her chest and nodded her head shyly, a smile breaking out on her lips. "She just got engaged, Sam.. Not cool" Mary shook her head.

"Oh my god," Alanna erupted.

"Are you serious Maz?"

"Jesus fucking Christ" Mackenzie put her head in her hands with a sigh.

"What?" Mary held up her hands, looking from everyone back to you both. Sam chuckled and stepped forwards, holding up your hand that dawned your shiny new engagement ring.

You saw the cogs turn in her head before they finally clicked. "Oh my god!" She screamed, rushing over to congratulate you both. The girls all followed suit, shouting at you both for keeping it a secret from them all for so long.

"I can't believe you!" Alanna hugged you from behind, her arms around your neck.

"I don't kiss and tell, Kennedy!" You smiled as you watched Sam explain to your team how she proposed. You were so happy to finally have your team in on your secret. It just made it all that much sweeter.

#one shots . * • .#sam kerr x reader #sam kerr imagine #sam kerr one shot #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso one shot #sam kerr

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foreveralbon · 4 months

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“table for two” - op81

pairing: oscar piastri x reader

in which a stranger finds him all alone at a table meant for two

word count: 1.7k

content warnings: swearing

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oscar could have sworn he had the day right. january 26, 2024. australia day. he was pretty damn sure they’d agreed on australia day, and judging by the loud shouts of aussies in the harbour, and obnoxious australian-flag themed clothing, mixed in with the smell of fresh sausage, it was exactly that.

so where is she?

he checks his phone for what is probably the fiftieth time in fifteen minutes and tries to make himself unnoticeable, desperate to avoid the pitiful gaze of the waitress, who somehow just knows he’s this close to being stood up.

he fires another few messages to her, before taking a few sips of his coffee to appear as normal. his eyes flick to the door of the café every few minutes, praying that she’s the next person to walk in.

to becca

Hey, I’m getting worried

Seriously

Where are you?

from becca

I’m stuck in traffic

give me 20

and though her response is meant to reassure him, it just confirms what he’s been worried about: she’s not coming.

he wonders briefly, when does often become too often? when does someone finally decide that they’ve had enough of looking at an empty chair opposite them, the one that’s meant to be filled by the person they care most about? he glimpses the pink bouquet of flowers beside him, the ones he had the florist handpicked especially for her. he tries to imagine them in her arms as she smiles graciously at him.

he used to see the image perfectly. in fact, he could see them in the future as a lot more. but now, for some reason, as much as he wants to picture it, he can’t.

his thumb hovers over her contact to call her before swiping out of the app, then back again. he does this a few more times and he knows he looks pathetic to anyone who might’ve realised what he’s been doing.

“fuck, i’m such a loser.” he whispers lowly to himself, groaning, hanging his head in his palms.

“hi.”

oscar jerks up when you tap his shoulder, and sees you standing awkwardly at his table, bag slung over one shoulder, coffee in hand. “hey.”

you point to the empty chair in front of him. “i’m so sorry to bother you, but is anyone sitting there?”

“uh, no.”

“do you mind if i sit?”

“uhh…” actually, i’m waiting for someone. the words linger at the tip of his tongue, half so he could convince himself she’s still coming, half so that he can be alone. but his manners and logic get the best of him, so he just smiles tightly. “nah yeah, go ahead.”

“thank you so much.” you drop your bag at the floor by your feet, before slipping into the chair. “it’s so hectic out today.”

“it is,” he responds politely, and you quickly sense that he doesn’t want to talk, so when he turns his attention back to his phone, you do the same.

he can feel your stare though, and he tries to brush it off by sending her another message.

to becca

If you’re not coming soon, I’m leaving

from becca

soon Osc, i told you i’m in traffic

but he knows her too well, just knows that she’s out somewhere, halfway across the city. out somewhere with someone else, most likely.

“hey-”

you’re giving him an expectant look when he meets your gaze. “yeah?”

“if you want, i can stalk her for you,” you shrug.

“what?”

“you know, online stalk her? find out where she is?”

he doesn’t believe what you’re saying. “are you bullshitting me?”

“maybe.” you take a sip of your coffee before stating simply, “you’ve been stood up, haven’t you?”

he rears back, as though moving away would stop you from guessing correctly. “yes. how’d you know?”

“a guy sitting alone at a table for two with a bouquet of flowers who probably hasn’t taken his eyes off his phone since he got here. you’d have left ages ago if you were just getting coffee, but you’re still here. so i’m assuming you’ve been stood up.” you finish off plainly with another sip of your coffee, leaning back as if giving him the floor to talk.

he just blinks at you slowly, both shocked and impressed at the accuracy of what you’d said. “that’s… right. i’m sorry, but stalking?”

“it got your attention, didn’t it? you wanna tell me about it? sometimes it’s nice venting to a stranger.” you offer.

and maybe it’s the way that you both rolled so seamlessly into the conversation - almost as if you were friends - that he finds himself admitting his situation.

“it’s not the first this has happened. she’s a situationship. a friend of a friend. we were, fucking, to put it simply, but i guess i wanted more? and i was planning to tell her how i felt today. i was going to give her flowers now, we would eat, and then walk along the boardwalk. i wanted to tell her there and…” his face flushes a deep red, “hopefully kiss her when the fireworks go off.”

you let out an aww. “like a not-new year’s eve kiss? that’s so cute.” and then your tone turns serious. “she’s a real bitch for that, though. you seem like a nice guy, no one deserves that.”

his face reddens more at your compliment, scratching the back of his neck as he denies it. “it’s not her fault if she doesn’t feel the same way.”

he doesn’t like the look of pity on your face, the way your brows furrow in concern. he doesn’t know why - he brushes the feeling off as discomfort over seeing someone else worry over him - but he’d much prefer to see you happier, to see the cheeky smile you’d been giving him the whole conversation.

“i can leave if you’re still hoping she’ll rock up,” you say softly.

your offer, your kindness, surprises him. how is it that a stranger can show more empathy to him than a girl who he’s spent endless nights with? how is it that you, a girl he’s just met, cares more about him than a girl who’s known him for months?

he startles himself when he tells you to stay. when you relax back into your chair, the now-familiar smile settles on your face, and just the sight of that has him feeling more at ease, less stressed than he had been moments ago.

the peace doesn’t last long though, disturbed when a message from a friend pops up on his phone.

Hey, just letting you know, becca’s here at the bbq at my house. I know you guys planned something so I thought I’d lyk

he’s not prepared for what he sees when he opens up the photo attached to the message: a photo of her pressed up against another man’s body, drink in one hand, the other pressed up against his chest.

he should’ve seen it coming - he did, he’d called it - but that doesn’t make it hurt any less.

he can’t help but think how stupid he was to hope something could happen between them, something more than sex. he wonders what went wrong. did he treat her wrong? was he too late? was she in love with someone else while fucking him too?

you notice the way his face falls almost immediately, can see the way it clouds over with uncertainty. “hey.” you reach out to take his phone, assuming it’s the cause for his mood change and slip your hand into his now empty one in an attempt to ground him. “hey. look at me.”

you never would’ve expected the sadness in his eyes when he does, and in that moment, you’re determined to make his day better.

“come on.” you stand up, picking your bag up off the floor. you take both your coffee cups and tuck the flowers under your arm before trying to drag oscar up.

“what are you doing?”

“you’ve had a shit day, and i’m going to help make it better,” you say simply.

he frowns at you. “i don’t even know who you are.”

“hi, my name is y/n and i’m going to make the rest of your day a great day.”

your bluntness cracks a smile out of him and he finds himself standing up beside you. “hi y/n. i’m oscar.”

that tiny exchange is more than enough to convince oscar to walk out of the café by your side, and you spend the rest of your evening letting him show you around sydney.

i’m not actually from here, he admits sheepishly an hour into your journey and you just laugh. “that’s okay. all the more surprises for us to find.”

he takes photos of you in front of the harbour bridge and the opera house, where you hide your face behind the flowers in some and smile sweetly at oscar in others, and you snap candid shots of him as you walk.

eventually, you make your way from the quay to darling harbour where the australia day fireworks take place. the sun’s began to set when you find a spot on the boardwalk and oscar leaves you to buy you both ice cream with a quick promise of, “please, don’t go anywhere”.

he finds himself holding becca’s flowers - or rather, your flowers now - while he’s separated from you, but he’s less than bothered by it because well, it’s for you.

and then he smiles to himself as he realises: what started as a shitty day because of becca, becomes the happiest evening because of you.

you don’t question his lightened mood when he comes back, just sit silently with your head on his shoulder as you wait for the fireworks to start and his heart warms at the small symbol of affection.

but it’s when you give that smile, ice cream in one hand, the other held tightly in his, just as the fireworks go off, that he decides that it’s you he’s going to kiss under every firework for the rest of his life.

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author’s note: is it australia day? nope. did i just want to add in fireworks? yep.

#liyah writes #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri fanfic #oscar piastri imagine #f1 x reader #f1 imagine

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exhaslo · 5 months

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Ahhhhh omg ty for writing my request of Pornstar!Miguel x Pornstar!Reader it was so cute and sooooo great <33 I loved it very much !!

IDK if you wanted to write a part 2 for it, but since you ended it off like you did, I was wondering what would happen when they meet outside. I kind of want to see a Jealous!Reader who gets jealous seeing Miguel work with someone else for a shoot cuz it looks like he’s having a great time with his co-star. But Reader takes him back to her place and gives him the night of his life? I appreciate a Dom!Miguel, but I was wondering if the roles can be reversed this time with a Dom!Reader? Not necessarily a Sub!Miguel but like more body worship and Reader trying to prove that she’s the only one for him. Get him pussy drunk >< Thank you again, and I hope the holidays don’t get too hectic for you ;-;

Ty & you're welcome!! I'm glad you liked the first request!!! I hope you enjoy this one too!

PT 1

Warning: MINORS DNI, Smut, riding, overstimulation, creampie

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It had been a few weeks since you and Miguel started working together. The chemistry the two of you shared was nothing you ever felt before. Honestly, you might even call this love. You weren't quite sure, especially since the type of work you did made you question the concept.

But sure enough, Miguel gave you reason to believe. Every time the two of you shared a screen, you had to compose yourself and remember that everyone thought you were acting. Hell, they were fully convinced that you were a star.

You were good, that much was true. The only time you could let yourself go and be free was when you and Miguel met at either his place or yours. Miguel was absolutely destroy you, making you question if sex work was the kind of job you were good at.

Sex was different with him. Everything was different with him. Part of you wanted to tell Miguel that you wanted to quit working as a Pornstar and just be a normal couple with him, but you were scared. Part of you wondered if Miguel even liked you back. If he even shared the same feelings that you did.

"(Y/N)!" Miguel called out, waving towards you. You hurried to his side, nuzzling your head into his chest to hide from the cold,

"Gosh! I didn't expect it to be this windy today."

"Yep," Miguel wrapped his arm around you, keeping you sheltered from the wind, "Before we get to our movie, I want to tell you something. I got a gig with another person. My manager told me to take it, b-"

"I understand, it's the job." You forced a smile, resting your head against him, "As long as we still have these moments to ourselves, I don't...mind"

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Oh you gave so much shits.

Literally the next day, you went to work and couldn't help but poke your head into Miguel's studio. There were butterflies in your stomach. This was a bad idea, but you were curious. You wanted to know who dared tried to steal your man er, partner, no, coworker. Yes, coworker!

You felt your heart sink as you watched Miguel smile towards your competition. Of course, it had to be your rival. The two started to shoot and it just kept getting worse for you. Miguel looked like he was enjoying himself with her.

Unable to watch as your rival started her horrible moans, you hurried home. You claimed that you were sick.

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Miguel stepped out of the shower after his shoot, sighing softly. He glanced at his phone, seeing a message from your manager. Miguel furrowed his brows as he read that you went home. Sick? You always gloated that you never got sick.

"Wow, Miguel, that was amazing. You know, I think we make a pretty good team. Why don't we-"

"No," Miguel said as he quickly finished to get dressed,

"Awe, don't be so mean~ How about I take you out on a date?"

"No. Got me a girlfriend," Miguel said firmly, packing his bag. Your rival just huffed,

"And she's okay with your job? She's okay with you fucking another beautiful woman?"

That was it. Miguel felt a light bulb appear above his head as he hurried out of the shower room. Leaving for the day, Miguel stepped out of the building and saw you in your car. He approached, wondering what you were doing.

"Get in," You huffed, rolling down the window.

"(Y/N), are you okay?" Miguel asked, sitting down. You started to drive to your place,

"Yes." You lied.

Miguel smiled softly towards you, enjoying your cute jealously. He went to reach for your hair, playing with it as you drove.

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You were mad. Once you entered your apartment, you pushed Miguel onto the wall and started kissing him. You didn't want Miguel to enjoy working with other women. You want him to want you only. Who cares about what your managers wanted!

Pushing Miguel onto your couch, you sat on his lap and started to furiously grind against him. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you deepen the kiss. Miguel just held your waist, moving his hips along yours.

Gosh, if you weren't taking charge of this, you'd let him fuck you dumb right now. Feeling the friction starting to hurt, you quickly took off your skirt and panties. Miguel helped with your shirt, before you returned to his throbbing dick.

Taking off his pants and boxers, you grabbed his dick and started to stroke it. You were going to have Miguel burn this night into his memory. Have him remember that you are the only one for him. Hopefully he thought that.

Sucking against his tip, you moaned lowly as you played with yourself. Miguel's dick was far too big for you to take in your mouth. You tried several times. You whimpered, trying to take more of him in as you stroked his dick faster.

"(Y/N), don't....force yourself," Miguel groaned lowly, gripping onto your hair.

You muffled in protest, causing Miguel to moan. With one more lick, you watched Miguel twitch, ready to burst. Precum already dripping from his dick. You resisted a chuckle, unable to hold out much longer either.

It was funny how good the two of you were when working, but when it came to being at home? Oh, you both let yourselves loose and gave into the lust.

"I hope you're ready for a long night," You told him.

You whimpered, moaning lowly as you slowly sat on his cock. No matter how many times you fucked, his dick would always stretch you out and fill you. You almost cam on the spot. Resisting a moan, you started to bounce against his dick.

The sheer size of him was going to make you tap out for the night. Your pussy kept sucking him in while his dick twitched inside of you. The sounds of his moans were turning you on more. Resting your head against his shoulder, you whimpered a moan as you cam hard.

Miguel was not long to follow. His tight grip against your waist made you weak in the knees. You kept bouncing on his dick, becoming a slightly moaning mess as he filled you. This wasn't enough. You weren't going to let him go so easily.

"Let me take over, (Y/n)." Miguel whispered, kissing your neck. You gently pushed him back onto the couch,

"N-No! I'm taking control tonight and...I'm not going to let you rest until you learn your lesson." You huffed. Miguel just chuckled, cupping you breasts,

"Very well. I'll just ruin your pussy by sitting still."

You moaned lowly as you began to shake. Your vision was blurring as you felt your burning knot about to burst again. Your gummy walls squeezing the life out of his dick, making your mind hazy. With another bounce, you cried out as his dick rubbed against you g-spot, causing you to orgasm.

"Such a beautiful sight," Miguel hummed. You were breathing heavily, unsure how much longer you could keep going,

"Not...yet."

Eventually, you gave Miguel permission to move you to the bed. He laid down, moaning and groaning to your uncontrollable lust. You were milking him dry. Bouncing against his dick as if him cumming inside you four times wasn't enough.

Miguel was breathing heavily now as he watched you cry out from overstimulation. You were struggling to fuck him, probably because your legs gave out. Sitting up, Miguel swapped positions, pressing you against the bed,

"(Y/N), you're so fucking beautiful. Of course I know that his pussy is mine and mine alone. Think I don't get jealous thinking about all the men who had a taste of you?" Miguel groaned into your ear, snapping his hips into yours.

"A-Ah~ M-Miggy~" You whined, feeling weak. Miguel grunted and moaned as he fucked you roughly,

"You're mine. Only I get to enjoy this pussy like this. Only I can have you like this."

"I...I'm going to quit..." You admitted, squirming as you felt another orgasm coming, "I-I only want you!"

"Then I suppose I'll have to quit too,"

Miguel pulled you into a kiss, shaking as the two of you cummed together. Miguel groaned as he pulled out, watching his cum spill out of your abused cunt. He pulled you beside him, nuzzling his head into your neck,

"You did well...I'm exhausted." He muttered. You rolled on top of him, smirking as you slid his dick into you again,

"I said I...was t-taking over for the night. I'm n-not stopping until you get drunk off me."

Miguel just chuckled weakly in response, already pussy drunk. He held your hips, watching you cry out in pleasure. Perhaps you were just trying to get pregnant, but whatever the reason, Miguel gave you want you wanted.

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You both had a goddamn good reason to call out the next day.

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Hope you enjoyed~

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