“Finally,” Starbuck grunts as she hobbles over to Santana’s booth and sets herself down, wincing in pain as her cast knocks against the table and her crutches slip down to the ground. She sighs in annoyance.
“Having trouble?” Santana retorts with a sneer, bringing her glass to her lips and taking a calm sip. Starbuck sends her a glare, but Santana
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I hope you still enjoyed it, and I did you (epic) prompt justice!
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Thanks for the review!
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