And that was all it took, apparently.
The comatose boy who lay in front of me...
The boy who had been laying there for weeks.
He moved.
YOU ARE READING
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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.
