Dear god,
I met a guy today.
His name is Jagger.
He has dark brown hair. He is tall and skinny.
He said he ran away from home when he was 14. He was a foster kid.
He said he's been gone sense.
He has a apartment here. He invited me over.
He seems nice, but I said no.
One thing I have learned from being in New York is to never trust anyone.
Love,
Bree
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The Diary of Bree Thomas.
Короткий рассказWhen Bree runs away from her abusive father. All she has left is hope. That is until she mets Taylor.
