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"Please do one thing for me.
Roll up your sleeves and show the world that you're proud of your scars."
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This time Mitchell really looked around for whoever had dropped this note on her table.
When she had finally given up, she groaned and ripped a page out of her journal, whispering apologies to the inanimate object for hurting it.
She wrote something furiously on the paper, then packed up her things and left, violently stuffing the paper underneath the salt and paper shakers so that the janitor would hopefully not throw it away.
Dear whoever decided to call me breathtaking then judge me,
It's cold.
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u go mitchell u dont need no man
(dedicated to @treasuredmalik bC SHE FOLLOWED ME LIKE HUNNY how r u even real??? all of ur zayn fics r so good i cry)
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Mitchell ↣ Luke Hemmings
Fanfiction❝ Perhaps it is the greatest grief, after all, to be left on Earth when another is gone. ❞ In which she is stranded, and he will never understand. [BOOK FOUR] || © 2014 beautylieswithinu ||
