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Comment your name here I'm trying to learn everybody's


Ok so so far I have:

Juliana
Maddie (caniliveinmyflannel)
Loreta (deviantstyles)
Denisse (LadyInDarkParadise)
Shay (harrysnirvana)
Jules Ann (julesnoel)
Maya (@cliffacondasbootycall)
Cate (iicecold)
Jasmine (MusicalReality)
Tori (fallingcalum)
Kadence (leafzz)
Lindsey (hairy_styluz idk why but it took me the longest to learn your name)
Miranda (Guiselle_Oot - who has been here since the beginning pretty much)
Fatima (fatima_official)
Noeli (noelijelly)

^these are mostly just the voters/commenters who voted/commented on the last chapter and have their name on their profile. Hmu with yours :)

THERE'S TOO MUCH SMUT IN THIS BOOK BUT I SWEAR IT'S KIND OF IMPORTANT THIS TIME

ALSO IT OCCURRED TO ME LIKE YESTERDAY THAT NOT EVERYBODY ON THIS SITE IS A CHILD OF SIN SO IF YOU WANT ME TO START LETTING YOU KNOW WHEN THE SMUT STARTS AND ENDS SO U CAN SKIP IT I GUESS U COULD HMU???? TBH IDK WHY U CHOSE THIS BOOK
NOT THAT I WARNED YOU THO TBH

WHY AM I STILL TYPING IN ALL CAPS

31 goddamn thousand reads y'all gotta stop

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As with many mornings, my sleep was interrupted by a very insistent pair of lips, a poking at my leg that may or may not have been accidental, and mane of hair tickling my face. And, as with many mornings, I didn't mind. Apart from the sleep-being-interrupted part.

"What do you want?" I grumbled, shoving his face away blindly.

"I want to kiss you, you moody bìtch," Harry muttered. "So let me get back to it."

"Not when it woke me up from my rather peaceful sleep, you annoying little shìt," I retorted. "So let me get back to it."

Harry popped his head up from my neck and hovered above me, eyes bright (if a little cloudy from sleep) and his long hair falling to create a curtain that shielded us from the outside world. "I'm sorry for calling you a bìtch," he pouted.

I laughed. "I'm not sorry for calling you a little shìt."

"Well in that case I'm not really sorry," Harry huffed, rolling onto his back to cross his arms over his chest.

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