“Oh yeah Ell passed out on the couch last night”, he said trying to control his own voice, while his father glared at him almost like he knew too.
How could everyone know but Ell?
If these outlandish excuses to avoid wearing a helmet sound bizarre, don't worry, because they are!
He visits her after a year...every year...
A glimpse into his and her reaction
Dedicated to all the writers
A note to me for me to know that what I have to do
"I can relate to your writing. It is both sweet and scary how You, dear stranger, wrote my own thoug"
"Amazing! Very helpfull"
"Whoa...! Dark romanticism!!! "
"Good story... Nice ending... "
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