It was a year ago when I first met her. Her name was Daisy, and from the moment I met her, I knew that we'd be friends. She was the closest thing to a friend I'd ever had. We used to talk for hours and spend our days together. Nothing could compare to sempiternal joy and happiness I felt when I was with Daisy. She was seventeen and I was sixteen when we first met; I'd never met her parents and she'd never met mine, but it didn't matter.
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Daisy ☹ lukeozades
Povídky⠀ ⠀ ☹ ☹ It was her. It was the Daisy I knew. ⠀ ⠀ ☹ ☹ *** Intended to be short *** © lukeozades 2014
