Excerpt #4

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My friends used to say I fell for the bad boys. In a way he could be a bad boy. But in another way, he was a kindhearted soul. He made the world a different place. I wonder if I'm the only who saw that. My friends were surprised when they found out. "He's not one of the jocks," they'd say. "He's not," I replied. For he wasn't, he was just a plain old regular hillbilly redneck. He was different from the rest. I was just an average, red headed, person, but I was the person who fell for him.

-J.Z. // Excerpt from a book I'll never write. #4

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