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“You think that she went in on the water on purpose?” Langdon asked quietly.
“She knows how to swim” Garcia felt her own voice trembling “she's a good swimmer.”
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He has it all figured out. He’s going to approach Lee Minho, explain the situation, offer him the once in a lifetime opportunity to be treated to a free vacation and get back at his mortal enemy, Kim Seungmin.
If worst comes to worst and the guy spits in his face or something, he’ll simply tell his friends his dear boyfriend caught the flu right before the lake trip.
(OR: When Jisung's ex (Seungmin) says he's bringing his new boyfriend on their friend group summer vacation, Jisung decides to enlist the help of Seungmin's worst enemy (Minho) to play the part of his boyfriend in retaliation)
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- Part 1 of mitski-verse
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Then, he hears an unfamiliar voice from Rintarou’s side, “Rin-san, can you please look at my form?”
He frowns at the nickname, Rin-san? And just how close is that person standing near Rintarou that he could hear his voice so clearly even through the phone?
Osamu is definitely not jealous of this college student middle blocker from the national team, not at all.
Cue the narrator's voice, he totally is.
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In the summer of 1960 Franklin, Tennessee, enigmatic physician Dr. Michael Robinavitch saves small-town farmhand Dennis Whitaker from heat exhaustion, beginning the most turbulent period of his life.
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Osamu's name sat on his lockscreen with every other notification as he watched the numbers change from 1AM to 6AM to 8PM and now he'd lost the day and missed his shift. Atsumu called, and Rintarou listened to the insistent buzzing as if it'd rewind the time.
The thing about depression, though, is you think you remember the feeling, the apathy, the ache, but it doesn’t really hit until you're back in that state, pathetic and static with bones of brick and your chest an anchor. You're sinking and your lungs are full of water and all you can see is the surface getting further and further away as silent pleas leave your lips and float in bubbles, to never reach the sky.
You are a rock at the bottom of the sea. You are a cloud, weeping and shifting and falling. You are a lost toy, a discarded rag, a guitar riff forgotten.
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Suna Rintarou's journey to feeling better.