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"I'm sorry for staring, It's just that, well, you have the most beautiful somber look i've ever seen," He smiled and said. I stared back for a second, then looked around me puzzlingly to make sure I was the one being talked to. "Well that is a compliment I can't say I've received before," I said back. By this time he was studying me, looking at me in awe. I couldn't figure out why. He asked, "What did you say your name was again?" "My name is Haven, I answered, and I don't think I remember yours either..." He gave me a hand out of the chair, and looked me in the eyes. "Ron. And I'm so glad I got to meet you today." he answered.
This is how we met. And it only went up from here.
You may be wondering who Ron is, and maybe even who I am. But for the most part I'll be talking about Ron. After all, he is far more interesting. He lives in my small town- Shack, Tennessee. Here he owns a photography shop, and has a second job as a yearbook teacher at Shack High. This is where I go to school. He's tall, intelligent, cultured, handsome, muscular, and wait for it... married. You read that right.
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Teen FictionThis is a story of a younger girl and older guy. She isn't used to getting attention or receiving compliments, until he comes into her world and is mesmerized by her beauty and personality. But being together doesn't come easily because of their age...
