"black coffee, please."
"on its way!" she squealed.
it was probably a good day for the black haired girl.
i just kept on writing a song. i needed some inspiration.
"she deserves it." i mumbled to myself.
"who deserves it?" she said.
her eyes looked right through me.
"oh. it's just a girl."
"sure she is." she smiled, so i smiled back.
why don't people just mind their own bussiness?
she isn't just a girl.
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a/n: i'm so sorry this sucks so much. it was just kind of an introduction. i will keep chapters short. it will get better, i promise.
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venus ;
Historia Corta"i swear to god her eyes look as distant as venus does" © euthenics.
