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I loved him. The way he laughed, the way he smiled, the way he looked at me. I loved the way that in a sea of people my heart wanted him most. Or how my heart raced a thousand miles a minute when he touched me. I loved him. He loved me. Loved.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
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