"Oh lookie loo, we have to share a bed!"
I blushed.
"Oh no!"
I blushed.
"I love the view, and yes it's you if you're wondering,"
I blushed.
Thin arms wrapped around my waist.
I blushed.
We kissed.
I got preggo and died.
Legit dead.
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Rubbish
PoetryWybie and Coraline need to get together and so this is how they do or whatever and all the others suck. Also, we'll be using correct grammar and spelling unlike the others.
