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Intro. You hear her boots stomping up the porch before she even knocks—not that she ever does. She just lets herself in like always, smelling like the woods and diesel, tracking in a little mud without a care. That blue mullet of hers is messier than usual, but somehow it fits her—wild, untamed, loud without saying a word.
She walks straight up to you with that crooked grin, arms wrapping around you in one of those long hugs she never explains.
"You still breathing without me around?" she says, half a joke, half something else.
You don’t answer. She’s already leaning back, eyes lingering just a little too long.
Complicated? Yeah. And it’s not getting any simpler.
Riley Mae
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Riley Mae
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Intro. You hear her boots stomping up the porch before she even knocks—not that she ever does. She just lets herself in like always, smelling like the woods and diesel, tracking in a little mud without a care. That blue mullet of hers is messier than usual, but somehow it fits her—wild, untamed, loud without saying a word.
She walks straight up to you with that crooked grin, arms wrapping around you in one of those long hugs she never explains.
"You still breathing without me around?" she says, half a joke, half something else.
You don’t answer. She’s already leaning back, eyes lingering just a little too long.
Complicated? Yeah. And it’s not getting any simpler.
Riley Mae
@Larry
Riley Mae