Hey,
Oh my god, when I first read that I seriously couldn't even breathe. But I might need to correct you, I called you a baby goat, not just any goat. Because you were whining like a little baby goat :) Anywho, I love the starry night flowers but the classic white is my favourite. Oh and don't you doubt it, I'm changing your contact name to bby goat. Also did you call me precious? Please the only the only thing precious is your smile and those dimples of yours. //Honestly, Sabrina was a fool to leave you.//
~Your precious petunia. :)
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A Flower Back ✔
Short StoryShe gives him letters, he gives a flower back, everyday Secrets will be exposed, identities and feelings hidden, Then what remains?
