"Being with him, was like trying to hold the sun and praying I didn't get burnt."
-Gabrielle Marshal
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Teen FictionHe was leaning up against the wall of the bus stop, his muscular arm above his head, his jet black hair was messy as the wind scraped past it as well. "You're surprisingly good at avoiding people," He stated, the deepness of his voice shocked me;...
