As we arrive at our summer house, I look at it. I love this place. Every summer I spend here, was so worth it. I run into it, flinging open the door, running up the stairs, and up to my room.
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Lost in translation
RomanceOkay, there's something I need to get off my chest, I hate not being with you, not being wanted by you. I hate looking at your Instagram profile and not seeing my name and our date, I hate that our date, is nothing now, just a day that marks a mista...
Chapter three
As we arrive at our summer house, I look at it. I love this place. Every summer I spend here, was so worth it. I run into it, flinging open the door, running up the stairs, and up to my room.
