*sequel to Lover* "𝖶𝗁𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇'𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀?" 𝖦𝖾𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝖺, 𝖺 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗄𝖾𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽. "𝖶𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖣𝖺𝗁𝗅𝗂𝖺. 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝖾."All Rights Reserved