Boychild & Girlchild.

lose your mind, lose it now.

Olive just couldn't take it anymore.

Grasping her keys by her fingertips and curling her phone into her palm, she headed towards her driveway and slipped into that Mercedes, pulling backwards and turning a sharp left. From Oregon ST, she turned onto 41, making the ten minute drive to his house.

She knocked on his door when she arrived without a second thought before she pushed it open.

"Ada- oh. I'll, erm, come back later."

And just as saltwater slips from the oyster as it's lifted above water, Olive made her way from the scene.
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as far as i know, oregon street does not go onto 41.