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- s a m -
"dayna, what happened to your hand?" "nothing, i probably just fell." "probably? how do you know know?! babe, tell me, please!" "GO ASK FUCKING CONNOR!" she yells and storms out the room.
i
will
end
him.
"connor fucking franta!" i say, entering his room. he looks at me, confused and sort of sad. sad connor makes me want to cry. "what's wrong sam? are you mad at me or something?" he said, obviously trying to hide his recent emotion.
"kinda! what did you do to dayna?!" "oh-uh-haha, it's a funny story actually.. we were uh, we were.... cooking! we were cooking and she sliced her hand..there!"
"you fucking liar. what happened?" with that, he tells me the truth.. the whole. entire. truth.
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HOLA BUENOS DIAS AMIGOS
TE AMO
CHAO
YOU ARE READING
savior
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