There's a boy with blazing blue eyes that has me hypnotized, and has had me hypnotized since the first time our eyes met. He wears cowboy boots and drives a Dodge Stealth, and has a voice as smooth as sweet tea and whisky.
I try my best to not let myself get pulled in by him, but I can't help it. He's like a fallen angel.
Oh, and his name? People simply call him Bandit.
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Non-FictionI had this idea last night after a few drinks, a pounding headache, and an excessive amount of throat lozenges. In order to inspire me to write more often than I currently do, I am planning to write a new post every day and publish it, allowing me t...
