❛ Well, do you want to dance and hold my hand? Tell me, baby, I'm your lover man. ❜
DEAD POETS SOCIETY
chapter seventeen
ELIZA HAD NOT been allowed to attend the assembly held Saturday morning after they had released the school paper. Instead, her Uncle John had asked her to go into town to help distract her. Maybe even look for a new restaurant they should try out for dinner that evening. She was free to take his car and a little of cash from his wallet if she found something that spoke to her.
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أدب الهواة𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑫 𝑷𝑶𝑬𝑻𝑺 𝑺𝑶𝑪𝑰𝑬𝑻𝒀 ✶ ❛ cameron may be cute and have a great personality, but, birdie, there's no one better than me. ❜⠀⠀ stand alone fic charlie dalton x fem!oc peachpick © 2021