Izzy smiled at me from across the room. I pretended not to notice. When I looked back she looked so sad. It made me feel a little guilty.
Because of me she's losing a close friend and she doesn't know why.
But because of her I'm crying myself to sleep every night.
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Perfect and imperfect
JugendliteraturA true love story. Based on a true story (...that hasn't exactly completely happened yet) Yes Zoë. I am actually doing this. THIS IS NOT EDITED!
