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He was there every Saturday, like clockwork. He’d walk in at noon, and didn’t leave until it was nearly closing time. I feared him, to be honest. He was all muscle, and according to gossip, he worked for the worst mafia man in Italy. I will not lie to you. Up until this summer, I believed the rumors to be true. However, that was before I caught him singing Taylor Swift in the library’s bathroom. Needless to say, I don’t see him in the same light anymore.
» Posted By Aleigha On 09.23.2017 @ 8:33 pm
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Fields of flowers, my friend. Fields of flowers. Pretty ones, poisonous ones, hell, even dead ones. You’d think those last two would scare me away. Haha. Nope.
» Posted By Aleigha On 09.23.2017 @ 9:19 am