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The home was big, and when I spoke my voice echoed.
The 2nd floor smelled of wet paint, and the carpet was soft on my toes.
The pool outside full and blue, the wind creating ripples on the surface.
A baby's cry came from upstairs but a soft voice soothed it.
I looked outside just as a blue jay flew past, I like this, no, I love this,
I love him.
-The Lillian Rose-
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The Lillian Rose -Corey Haim-
RomanceHe read Teen Beat magazines She read James & The Giant Peach He's a werewolf with anger issues She's a witch with an overbearing mother 🥀
