❝THERE'S NOTHING MORE SINFUL THAN STARING AT A ROSENTHAL BOY
The St. Jude girls would say, even with their crinkled erotica novels clutched between their freshly manicured fingers.
Despite all the praying those boarding school Christian girls do, the gods still seemed to favor the boys of the neighboring academe.
Curse those blue-blooded, silk-stocking boys with their panty-dropping smiles—the girls would mutter through their over-chewed bubblegum and under their breaths, but that was before the nuns would demand they spit it out.
They'd swallow it whole, rolling their eyes before they'd catch sight of the display outside the windows.
The trees were now orange, bright and burning. It was bleak September.
Oh, the season for sinning has come again.
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the boys of rose valley
Fiksi Remajathose rosenthal boys could eat you alive, and we jude girls love them. © fiona | 2017
