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"Bye, Grey," Archer whispers, holding my left hand in his, he traces the tops of my fingers with his right until he hits a ring.
He gives me a large grin that has no intention of fading.
"Hello, West."
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Bad Boy's Game
Teen FictionHe lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... H...
