Austin told himself no more pretty girls, but Abby was such a different kind of pretty girl. She was bright, and she was intelligent. She liked lazing around in boxers on winter days. She wrote for a living and read with a passion. She crinkled her nose when she didn't like something, and she was absolutely beautiful.
He watched her twirl around in front of him, taking in the sight of the boardwalk. It was decorated in colorful rides, bright carnival games, and local shops.
"I haven't been here in years!"
She giggled in happiness as he thought to himself: She'll be my last pretty girl.
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Projection
General FictionIt's not so bad when you have someone there for you. Kinda.
