They say you will know when you meet your future husband. Maybe you won't realize that's what you know, but you'll notice something different. A spark, perhaps. A glimmer of love. Maybe you'll hate them first but learn to love them. Maybe the same applies for boyfriends. I assumed I would know who it was, when the time came that I met him.
I was so very wrong.
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Farmboy
Teen FictionAbigail is one day walking through the woods behind her house. She walks nearby the rusty wire gate that separates her property from the farm. Sitting by a tree, she begins to sing, only to hear a voice behind her. It is a boy from the farm, her age...
