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0.4 - lets disappoint each other

Sup nerds, new day new chapter :)

Just a quick one:
oNlY a smAll pErcentAge oF pEople wHo reAd mY booKs aRe acTually fOllowing mE- sO iF yOu dO enJoy plEase cHeck tHe fOlloW bUtton, itS frEe and i rArEly sEnd oUt noTifS. iT woUld hElp mE oUt a lOt, thX

Also a LOT of you guys are new to me, so here is my doggo-

she is SMOL and cute, and yes I did convince my parents after 10 years of begging by making a 45 page power point and buying her behind their back. Her name is boo and she will fall asleep on your face and suffocate you in your sleep by accident :')

Enjoy-
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"It's weird, I've had this fantasy of who you are since I... well I first heard you." His eyes shifted to the door. A longing gaze for such a blunt man.

"Really?" Her voice shook. He seemed unsettled. "Do I live up to it, now that we've met?"

He finally made eye contact, softening her features with a simple grin. "Oh, baby, I don't think I could have ever thought up anything close to you... you're implausible, you're astonishing, you're you."

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With a soft sigh, Layla's body's turned slowly to her side, the edge of her cheek submerging in the pillow. But it wasn't a pillow, long grass tickled her features. Instantly she sprung to her feet, grasping for balance in the endless plain. There was nothing around, just aches ofvgrass as far as you could see.

It was familiar, to say the least. Most of her dreams started this way. Green flora. Blue sky's. Warmth. Her neck spun around, waiting for the next thing to happen. Whether her school was about to attack her or pirate were seconds from dropping out of thin air, she was more than ready for anything at this point. Nothing could surprised her, she'd seen it all.

But no threat appeared. Just a voice. "Layla? Layla baby, won't you come here?" It was her mum, speaking ever so softly. Of course Layla agreed instantly, walking in the direction of the noise. And that's when another voice appeared.

"It started with a whipserrrrr, that's when I kiss herrrrrr..."

Thats a boy, it was him. Layla turned on her feet, wanting to listen more. To hear him clearly. But her mother voice ruled once again, begging her to run.

"Mum I'm coming, just give me a sec!" Layla inched closer in the opposite direction, the sound becoming clearer as she did. "Mum stop. I need to hear this."

It turned into screams. Shouting and pleaded for her to turn back around. The noise drowned out the boys voice, leaving a quiet mutter behind. "What if she doesn't like who I am, how I look?" He was talking to himself.