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th my nails as he said every curse in the book and I kept thinking of ways to find something else t

to smack the back of my head when the words came o

here, it's going to dry for another 40 minutes, go to the store and get me some stuff so I can make

ng a shirt on before getting a list of stuff to get at the gro

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lowly and carefully. Up ahead, I finally see the fucking sugar; the last o

get the Demerara Sugar but I can't reach it. I get on my t

the sugar but suddenly feel my

and I could feel someone's chest pressed

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vior. Sadly, it wasn't Jesus Christ. Instead, it w

a sharp jawline. He was perfect, how the fuck can someone be so perfect? He brushed

ked away with a scoff and lifted his right arm 90 degrees waving me off. Another man walked besi

shirt and picking up the sugar fro

store and driving back home in time to wash my hair. The dye had dried du

y in 30 minutes." My dad told me as he sta

checking my email and texting my best friends, Melanie and Zack, about hanging out

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