:vol. 4:

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"nothing is wrong and nothing will be wrong-- now if you excuse me i will have to carry on with my work" i looked up at the tall handsome man with a frown on my face. even though the rays of sun shine through the boys hazel eyes making them seem like a wonderful place to get lost in, i could not give in. however the smirk on his face and the way his hands were carefully placed onto the sides of the desk stopping me from escaping. "no.. i saw that frown my love." he leaned down, his breath reflected onto my lips as our eyes locked with each other "you may think im a bad guy but you dont know me...and i guarantee you that.." the tension was rising, my breath was getting caught up in my myself as i kept my guard high "this essay wont help you understand who i am, or what i did. nothing will."

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