It's been 4 weeks since the girl parted ways with the boy. She mourned him woefully and swore she wouldn't love again.
Until she saw a boy sitting on the back of the bus, ear buds in and staring blankly ahead.
"He won't be like all the others," she says to herself as she slithers her way to the seat next to him. She introduces herself, and asks for his number.
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Like All the Others
Historia CortaOh! Someone please bless me with the torture of love; bless me with fire in my veins and roses in my cheeks. I will do anything to make a man love me. Anything.
