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Trashy pop-music and princess pink were not how either of us expected to spend the day, but it isn't every day your goddaughter gets a year older. She was honestly like every other kid. Smart, a little ditzy and energetic to the point that a party for her seventh birthday needed four adults to keep up with. Sometimes you kissed me on the cheek and other times I would catch you smiling into the distance. I loved how happy I could be around you.
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100 Memories Of You And Me ✔
RomanceThis is a story I wanted to write and fill with pure love. I do not want to tell a controversial tale, just a simple story. No lace or fancy trims. A story of two people and some side characters. A story of two men who would have only ever met by ch...
