She'd shown up at the bookstore every day since the start of the winter season with a pen, a journal, and a pad of post-it notes stuffed in her bag.
She spoke in metaphors, and sarcasm rolled off of her tongue like it was second nature to her.
Her name was December, and Greyson Kaye couldn't keep himself from falling hopelessly in love with her.
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Her Name Was December
Teen FictionShe'd shown up at the bookstore every day since the start of the winter season with a pen, a journal, and a pad of post-it notes stuffed in her bag. She spoke in metaphors, and sarcasm rolled off of her tongue like it was second nature to her. Her n...
