Your eyes are the color of the Caribbean Sea. Wait. That's stupid. What I really mean is, you look at me and I feel something REAL. It's been ten months since you were here, but I can't forget you. I've missed seeing you walk down the hall. I've missed you cheering at my football games. I've missed the smell of your hair. And then everything fell apart the night of the kegger. Don't hate me because I'm a Shark. I just want to make you mine. Still. PURCHASE A COPY |
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