It wasn't a lot of movement.
He had merely moved his fingers.
But it was a lot to me.
I felt a part of me, the part that hadn't allowed me to fully enjoy this new success, my dreams coming true, feel fully right.
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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.
