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An OP shared their conversation with Jake from last night. 🗣 Would u ever cover a Chase Atlantic song? ​🦮 Chase? 🗣 Yeah, they're my fav band apart from u. ​🦮 What's your fav song from Chase? 🗣 Oh my god, I don't know. ​🦮 Come on, think of...

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