"Huh, get these. You look good in every color. I'm gon try to match with you." 10 said as he placed so many clothes in my lap as he brushed my hair back and he kissed my forehead.
"My baby."
I looked down at all the clothes, separating them into two piles, 10 was wheeling us to the changing areas.
We're a pile short.
I thought as I jumped out of the cart, handing 10 his clothes, grabbing mine, and going into my changing room.
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Dogged
Fanfiction"Some say I look like one." -Three "Some say I behave like one." -Joe "Some say I get the style like one" -Ten
