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A Story by Mylea
In my dreams, we run barefoot out in the fields behind our house. I get to relive that first night we spent here, when you dragged me off the couch an..
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A Story by Mylea
“Are you sure this is okay?”“Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?”“I don’t know, you seem kinda, uh,” as his voic..
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