my dear, my love, my best
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Description
To Wendy and Irene, love is a lot of things. Love is late-night drives, practising lines for Rebecca. Love is being 10 minutes late to auditions because they took 10 minutes too long cuddling. Love is leaving everything behind in Amsterdam only to realise that doing so would be like giving up on breathing. Or a fictional interpretation of what really happened on what people dub as: Cold war 2.0.
Foreword
There's been a wenrene drought, so here's my contribution to end it!
-> comments are appreciated, I love hearing what people think ~ criticisms are very much welcomed!
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