I yawn, stretching out. Looking around I remembered I was not home, but in the middle of the city.
A chill runs through me, the gentle wind becoming cold.
Looking around I see people walking by, some giving me dirty looks. I brush out my hair with my fingers and stand up once I've finished.
I came out here with no plan and no money, so I was kind of screwed.
The wind picked up, and leaves blew by as they fell off of trees. Looking around I spotted a newspaper, brushing by my legs.
I picked it up before the wind could carry it away, searching for job options.
Dear reader,
Hey!! This A/N is an appreciation post for:
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GIRLS!!
Now don't get me wrong, boys are amazing and handsome and beautiful. Your gender doesn't choose how good you are. No matter who you are, you're perfect.
But holy fuck.
I love girls with long, flowing hair. And short hair is absolutely amazing on girls, or small bobs that bounce when they talk. And natural colors are amazing in their hair, but it's also beautiful when they dye it.
And girls with curves. Beautiful, amazing. And girls who have flat chests, you're perfect. Tall girls, short girls, chubby girls, think girls, holy shit I love you.
And girls with piercings, holy fuck.
And girls who wear adorable dresses and pastel clothing. And girls who wear all black and gothic outfits.
Girls.
YOU ARE READING
♛ Royalty ♛ 『 Kuroken 』
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