bunsen: that moment when someone’s texting u and they delete what they were typing and u feel like they’re playing with ur feelings

bunsen: that moment when someone’s texting u and they delete what they were typing and u feel like they’re playing with ur feelings

bunsen: that moment when someone’s texting u and they delete what they were typing and u feel like they’re playing with ur feelings

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