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Today, Lily wore a grey beanie, a grey hoodie and black skinny jeans. Tate thought her choice of clothing was dark and mysterious...or maybe he was thinking too much into it and she was just trying not to be noticed.
She sat in front of him, her face clearer to him than before. Little brown freckles decorated her nose and cheeks and her eyes were lined with a thin line of black eyeliner. Tate thought she looked cute.
“Lily.”
“Tate.”
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Intoxicating
Short StoryTate. Tate. Tate. His love is like a drug and once you’ve fallen for him there’s no going back.