"Home. The word runs across my mind once and again and again. My eyes are red. Very tired.
It's a plane ride of about 6 hours so there is time to think. Which i am afraid of. Home doesn't and won't exist for me. Because I've dwell in the thought that it might not be more than a word. A myth. Something that's told by idiots to convince themselves that they belong somewhere."
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Romance"If you bite my lip or kiss my neck again I swear i will rip your fucking clothes off." He said almost whispering into my ear with a hard and slow tone. God, was he sexy?' when bea comes back home many things have changed her friends are against her...
