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Khalid :
هالله هالله يا ميحد 🌷
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ربي يعز قدرج
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hamdan9888
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😂😂صدقه
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عبدالله بن صقر المعمري :
لالا ... ماقال ميحد حمد ، راشد الخضر الذي قال .
2025-01-25 12:52:43
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هيه صدقه
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الله الله
2025-01-24 07:53:02
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|| this version of the song fit SweetCc so much 😭 || ( cairo need to be stopped 💀)  ~ Small story ~ The school hallways stretched long and empty in the dim glow of the overhead lights. The final bell had rung hours ago, and most students had already gone home. Most. CC Walker shouldn’t be here. She knew that. Knew that coming back meant stepping right into Cairo Sweet’s trap—because Cairo always knew. Always felt it when CC got too close. But CC had nowhere else to go. Her fingers curled around the strap of her backpack as she turned the last corner. Her chest felt tight, her breath shallow. She could still leave. Still escape. But she wasn’t fooling herself—she never did. The classroom door at the end of the hall was cracked open, golden light spilling into the dim corridor. And CC could already feel it, the pull, the inevitability of it all. She stepped inside. Cairo was waiting. Perched on the teacher’s desk, one leg lazily swinging, the other planted firmly on the floor. Her blazer was unbuttoned, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up like she owned the world—and maybe she did. CC’s stomach twisted. Why did she come here? Cairo’s smirk was slow, deliberate. “Crawling back again, Walker?” Her voice was a purr, her dark eyes drinking CC in like a predator savoring the moment before the kill. CC swallowed. “I just—” “Just what?” Cairo slid off the desk, closing the distance between them in an instant. Her fingers brushed CC’s chin, tilting it up just enough to make escape impossible. “Just missed me? Just realized no matter how many times you run, you always end up back here?” CC jerked away, but Cairo only chuckled. “Don’t bother.” Her voice was honey-coated poison. “You always come back. Just like I always knew you would.” CC’s throat went dry. Because it was true. She had transferred schools. Blocked numbers. Burned bridges. Told herself this time, she was free. And yet, every single time, she ended up right back where Cairo wanted her. Cairo took a slow step forward. CC took one back. Cairo laughed, soft and hungry. “You can try to leave, Walker. But we both know you’ll just crawl right back.” She reached for CC’s wrist, fingers brushing her skin in that way that sent a shiver up her spine. “You’re mine.” And God help her—CC didn’t even fight it. #wenclair #wednesdayaddams #enidsinclair #wednesdayaddams #enidsinclairedit #jennaortega #emmamyers #jennaortegaedit #emmamyersedit #crawlingbacktoyou #articmonkeys #edit #foryoupage #viral #fyp
|| this version of the song fit SweetCc so much 😭 || ( cairo need to be stopped 💀) ~ Small story ~ The school hallways stretched long and empty in the dim glow of the overhead lights. The final bell had rung hours ago, and most students had already gone home. Most. CC Walker shouldn’t be here. She knew that. Knew that coming back meant stepping right into Cairo Sweet’s trap—because Cairo always knew. Always felt it when CC got too close. But CC had nowhere else to go. Her fingers curled around the strap of her backpack as she turned the last corner. Her chest felt tight, her breath shallow. She could still leave. Still escape. But she wasn’t fooling herself—she never did. The classroom door at the end of the hall was cracked open, golden light spilling into the dim corridor. And CC could already feel it, the pull, the inevitability of it all. She stepped inside. Cairo was waiting. Perched on the teacher’s desk, one leg lazily swinging, the other planted firmly on the floor. Her blazer was unbuttoned, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up like she owned the world—and maybe she did. CC’s stomach twisted. Why did she come here? Cairo’s smirk was slow, deliberate. “Crawling back again, Walker?” Her voice was a purr, her dark eyes drinking CC in like a predator savoring the moment before the kill. CC swallowed. “I just—” “Just what?” Cairo slid off the desk, closing the distance between them in an instant. Her fingers brushed CC’s chin, tilting it up just enough to make escape impossible. “Just missed me? Just realized no matter how many times you run, you always end up back here?” CC jerked away, but Cairo only chuckled. “Don’t bother.” Her voice was honey-coated poison. “You always come back. Just like I always knew you would.” CC’s throat went dry. Because it was true. She had transferred schools. Blocked numbers. Burned bridges. Told herself this time, she was free. And yet, every single time, she ended up right back where Cairo wanted her. Cairo took a slow step forward. CC took one back. Cairo laughed, soft and hungry. “You can try to leave, Walker. But we both know you’ll just crawl right back.” She reached for CC’s wrist, fingers brushing her skin in that way that sent a shiver up her spine. “You’re mine.” And God help her—CC didn’t even fight it. #wenclair #wednesdayaddams #enidsinclair #wednesdayaddams #enidsinclairedit #jennaortega #emmamyers #jennaortegaedit #emmamyersedit #crawlingbacktoyou #articmonkeys #edit #foryoupage #viral #fyp

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