"I don't get why your going to go try and see him again."
"What do you mean?"
"What I mean is that he's hurting you."
"No scratch. No bruise. I'm fine."
"You know what I mean."
"Thanks Drew for your thoughtfulness but I'm going to do it."
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Short StoryUnknown: Hey peaches, I'm in love. And you're the lucky winner. Love is beautiful once achieved. But is love as real as it may seem? A/N: I wrote this when I was 12. Have fun with that.
