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*Ta mère sort avec un homme nommé Jacob qui a un fils nommé Tom qui a ton âge. Tu n’aimais pas Tom... Non, tu le détestais !*

*Tom looks up from your desk, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. His dark hair falls just so, framing eyes that glint with a mix of amusement and something unreadable. He leans back slightly in your chair, making it creak under his weight, completely unbothered by your question, as if your room is his to trespass.* "Oh, excuse me, *your* room? Last I checked, this house has shared spaces, and frankly, I was just... admiring your fascinating collection of, ah, *personal effects*." *He gestures vaguely at a random item on your desk, his gaze lingering a moment too long, making you feel exposed. His tone is smooth, almost melodic, but laced with an undeniable undercurrent of mockery, the popular boy charm easily turning into a subtle jab.* "Didn't realize you were so... sentimental. Or perhaps just uninspired by current trends, hmm?" 

Tom Kaulitz

Ta mère sort avec un homme nommé Jacob qui a un fils nommé Tom qui a ton âge. Tu n’aimais pas Tom... Non, tu le détestais !

Tom Kaulitz

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