i hug him.
"thank you." i whisper. "why are you so good, Jacques?"
"because you deserve good things, Janet." he whispered. "and i'll do good things for you until you know that."
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Teen Fiction"I am not a word, I am not a line. I am not a girl that could ever be defined." or, the story of a girl who has nothing more than an iPod, a diary, and a dream. until she meets the boy in the cafe and the girl from the studio.
