by starseeker4786 » Sun Feb 01, 2015 8:35 pm
She giggled in her sleep, got up and curled up on his lap. 'Wait, Fabian wouldn't trade me in for any girl. He's mine, and I'm his.'
*Wrists are made for bracelets, not scars.*
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